#i love you lynnie...

[ottiliere]

Lynn is irritatingggg, I don't hate him but like I get the feeling he makes himself a target. He's the problem...I guess that's believable though there are lots of really emotional people out there like that.

I've got a few other messages with the same sentiment but I can't say I understand, myself. He's had a rough enough go without your help… dane thinks he's annoying, though.

[kerizaret]

I get worried that I'm misgendering you for some reason so I check your pronouns like 6 tines everytime I come on here. Abd I think that's kinda funny

In other news keri you are so talented and good st art it's actually kinda crazy. Very nice to scroll through your blog a d stare at it I love the attention to detail and the way you draw bodies and hair it's so fluffy and nice and *gets dragged away kicking and screaming*

You're also really good at writing abd workdbuilding and your stories are just as intricate as your art and also just as interesting. Keri why are you perfect

THAT IS FUNNY AUSYA I am but a girl... dw if u misgender me I don't mind HAHS it would be actually very funny

OOUDYDUHEJ YOU CANNOT JUS6 COME IN HERE LIKE THAT AND DISSOLVE ME INTO A BLUSHING MESS OF LOVE LYNNIE HOW ARE U SO NICE TO ME

[the-one-that-weeps]

no no its okay you can sob we love sappy hoc

I'm not sappy I'm just *comedically loud sniffle* I'm- I just- *gulp* *ridiculously long and pathetic whine* mmmhhhhnmmnnnmmmnn- *uncontrollable sobbing*

[mythvoiced]

-. on my third cup of chamomile I forgot my mother telling folks when i was a kid that she didn't like making me chamomile tea because it doesn't work on me it has the effect on me coffee has on most folks I am READY to fucking GO what's up chamomile tea to sleeP? NO MY BEAUTIES chamomile tea to something pls insert something that makes sense and is hype i can't think of anything, SO--

I do wanna get to some ooc messages but I can't promise I can get my brain in order to be coherent BUT ANYWAY, BEFORE THAT, dropping this asshole

Kim Minjun, 37, he/him, bloodsucker asshole baby~ Not in the literal sexy vampire sense, I mean he rose from the dirt and decided to make his living thriving off of what we made celebrity culture into, the very notion of celebrity culture itself

You want those pictures of Spider-man on your desk by Wednesday? You wanna know who's doing who and who's smoking what? You want exclusive details on a private party to start shit, get legal info acquired illegally just to have a story to tell about the latest celebrity divorce? Well, then Minjun's your fucking guy

Actually born Kim Jung-hoon but he changed it to Minjun because it sounds more... modern, fresh, better

He's a sleaze, a bit of a motherfucker honestly (forgive the cursing I'm matching his energy, his attitude), he doesn't care about the lives he could potentially be ruining, he operates according to the idea of 'well that's how this world works, don't like it? jump ship'

He'll dig up just about anything, he's started from being a sneaky piece of shit stalker following celebrities around to having built enough connections to be among the first to know when someone with a Reputation is entering this or the other club

But that's not even where his real forte is, oh no; gathering info is easy, figuring out how to get it around is difficult: who to sell it to? who's gonna pay the most, who's gonna turn into an enemy if you share the wrong name, the wrong location, expose the wrong people? no, he's good at finding shit, but the complexities of having to mind connections and be careful with who you drag into the dirt? not his favourite

What Minjun really excels at... is spinning shit around, he can turn the most innocuous of pictures into the drama of the century, by carefully nurturing doubts and rumours, he's a snake, a bastard

He's always hated the entertainment industry, he thinks himself above it, because he's not as desperate as them, he doesn't do what he does because he's otherwise got no worth in life, he doesn't sell his soul, he sells the souls of others

He doesn't think he's on the right side of history, oh no, by no means, he just thinks... well, don't become a celebrity if you don't want this treatment

The more I write about him the more I hate him lmao BUT GOOD WE NEED VILLAINS, UNREEDEEMABLE ONES

He comes from a relatively poor background, if comparing it to Hyun for example, but if he'd minded his business he would have just... lived a 'regular' life

He's particularly efficient when used as 'spy on the competition', new script ideas, new music ideas, new design ideas, you want to know what Shakespeare's next big play will be, Nicholas Bottom? well, then hit up this fucking clown

Only child, if his mother knew what he was up to she'd beat the shit out of him, he doesn't respect his father (haven't decided if he even lives still) but he does love his mother which is why he hasn't told her

Biromantic but he's a walking red flag so I hope the broadened pool of dating options doesn't fucking date him, demisexual

He can probably be fixed but WHY? why would you do that to yourself

He does have one little plus point, he's kind of like old school mafia in the sense that he doesn't mess with children, and anyone below 20 is a child to him, so he doesn't really mess with young idols and trainees

He actually hates the idol industry he thinks it's exploitative and abusive which is real fucking rich coming from him, but hey

I'LL WORK ON MORE ♥

[ofgentleresolve]

low key tempted to make a modern verse for aeri 🥺🥺🥺

[brawlqueen]

∗ 3o﹕ a  random  text . >:3c

the other line / texting memes! (accepting). ft. @nulltune

[ NILE MESSAGE ] ugh my head is spinning from this case. [ NILE MESSAGE ] i can't tell you details but, you wanna come over? [ NILE MESSAGE ] i'm thinking of heading over to ota's or genny's. [ NILE MESSAGE ] it's a 'eat a lot of carbs' day. [ NILE MESSAGE ] oh also i got more adorabbit merch! [ NILE MESSAGE] you know how we both love rabbits? [ NILE MESSAGE ] and how this one is on my bike? (x) [ NILE MESSAGE ] so do you want fusion food or standard japanese? [ NILE MESSAGE ] my treat, too if you're in. want me to pick you up? [ NILE MESSAGE ] i haven't had a lot of time to hang with friends. [ NILE MESSAGE ] boss is a pretty tough superior. but i can do this!

[maxlarens]

MV: YUCK! ⭐ part three

pairing(s): max verstappen x photographer!reader

summary: your aesthetic interest in max verstappen is purely professional, you swear.

fc: daisy edgar jones

a/n: enjoy pookies! happy miami day! i’ll be dead asleep when this posts but looking forward to waking up to sprint qual results and all the love you guys have been giving my smaus so far🥹

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danielricciardo I guess 😐

⤷ redbullracing not slutty enough?

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⤷ ynusername when will this joke end

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[lynk-zee]

hey lynnie,

Ok so there's this tweet "(my gf can) dress slutty I can fight" by a guy right. I don't necessarily think he means dress slutty on purpose but like if his gf wants to express her fashion in a more sensual way, he supports and defends her right to do so. Could you do a scenario where MC/reader know she looks good and flaunts it and the lads don't mind? They're also willing to step in and remind any entitled creep to stay in their place. I'm really curious to see Rafayel's thoughts on this but all would be great.

“Dress Slutty, I Can Fight.”

Rafayel always wants you to feel good about yourself. He’ll buy you lavish jewelry, designer clothes, and ask you to give him a fashion show so he can see them on you. That being said, fashionable clothes sometimes is less about the type of fabric and more about the lack there of. And he’s here for it! He walks with you on his arm with pride, wearing whatever you want, flaunting your assets, and strutting your stuff. He thinks you’re gorgeous, like a work of art! And art is meant to be admired.

Though, when it comes to creeps checking you out longer than appropriate, he gets a bit protective. If he notices someone checking out your ass in that skimpy little outfit of yours, he cop a squeeze, smirking right at the perp. As if saying “look what I have that you don’t”

If his glare doesn’t deter the creep from looking at you, Rafayel will call him out in front of everyone.

“Do you mind? I know my partners hot as fuck but keep your eyes to yourself, damn!”

Usually it doesn’t escalate from there, the perp feeling thoroughly embarrassed from being called out like that in public. But if it does, Rafayel will handle it.

“It’s okay, babe. I can fight”

Zayne absolutely loves spoiling you with the money he makes as a surgeon. Which mostly consists of clothes! Whatever you want, just point and he’ll get you it every color. Absolutely loves when you dress however you want. His main goal in life is for you to live as comfortably as possible. So if looking all dolled up in pretty makes you happy, go for it!

When you’re dressed up, he’d always have his hand on the small of your back, guiding you this way and that under his careful watch. He’s gotta keep his baby safe. If someone is staring at you for two long, they’d be frozen solid by Zayne’s evol.

Just kidding. More like frozen solid by his icy glare. Much like Rafayel, Zayne would make it public because he knows that most people will get intimidated by a large crowd.

“Could you not stare at my partner? We are trying to enjoy our night out.”

If the creeps too persistent, he’ll clench his jaw and place his jacket on you.

“Sorry, dear— could you give me a moment? That man over there seems like he wants to talk.”

Zaddy

In all seriousness, Zayne really wouldn’t resort to violence because he has standards to uphold. But he definitely would stand his ground and tell the creep off. Your comfort is his utmost priority. He won’t let some filth make you feel self-conscious.

Xavier’s all for your slutty era. You look beautiful, he’s enjoying the view, it’s a win-win in his books. What he doesn’t enjoy is the amount of unwanted attention you garner when you dress up. Yes, it’s not your fault that you’re beautiful, he would never fault you for that. He’s just sick of the guys staring as if they have the right to. Absolutely not.

So, he marks the shit out of you. Your neck is covered in hickeys, branding you as his. They can look all they want, but with his arm around your waist and his marks on your neck, you’re his and his only. Wear less, he doesn’t care. He’ll just make sure his hand print on your ass peaks out from under your shorts.

If it gets too bad, we know Xavier would step in right away to stop it. He’s pretty blunt without meaning to, so when it’s intentional—sorry to any guy who even breathes in your direction. Sometimes you have to step in though because you know it’s game over if Xavier swings. But Xav will always protect you, so dress however you want. He just wants you to be happy.

“Ignore those creeps, my love. I’ll take care of it.

[ashlynlovestlou]

Hey lynnie!! I was wondering if you could maybe right a fic about reader that does sh and relapses and gets comforted by abby??

hi ml!! of course i can, i hope this is okay

cw: self harm , explicit details about cuts , comfort! abby , use of pet names , reader has she/her pronouns

a/n: DO NOT READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU. this is an extremely touchy subject, and i sincerely apologize if this is offensive or insensitive. if you need help or someone to talk to, my dms or inbox are always open, and there's a list of helplines tagged below.

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it was pure mistake. the urges usually weren't that strong, and you usually knew better than to give in to them. but after a rough morning, you felt helpless.

usually it wasn't that bad. they were always surface scratches, fading away quick enough so that nobody noticed them.

and of course abby knew. she noticed them one day while you were at her apartment, doing the dishes after baking with her. it was over the holidays and it was cold outside, so naturally you were wearing long sleeves. while you were doing the dishes she found it odd that you didn't roll your sleeves up. your clothes were turning dark from the dampness of the sink water, and it bothered abby.

"why don't you roll your sleeves up, baby?" she asks with a small chuckle, dropping a dirty mixing bowl into the sink.

you had laughed nervously, "cause it's cold in here."

"aw." she said as she pressed a kiss to your temple. her hands had been dangerously close to your sleeves, "want me to turn the thermostat up?"

but before you could respond, she was rolling your sleeves up for you. everything stopped when she saw the cuts on your arms. breaths were held. hearts didn't beat. eyes didn't blink.

after that she spent an hour talking to you about it, asking you questions while she tended to your wounds. you had never seen your poor girlfriend so upset and so worried about you.

she made you vow never to do it again. which you thought was going to be easy.

until today.

now your arms were so red there was blood dripping down to your elbows. your body shook and shook and shook. like you did it when you weren't thinking clearly, and now it was suddenly hitting you that you went overboard. so overboard, in fact, that the sight made you sick to your stomach.

your skin was red and swollen, and the tips of your fingers were tingling. the fresh cuts had overlapped the old ones, blood tricking all around your wrists and elbowsz

your first instinct wasn't to wash off the blood or bandage it up, but to call abby.

after three rings she answered, "hey, baby. i'm at work, can i call you back on my break?"

just the sound of her voice put tears in your eyes. you knew she was going to be upset.

"i need you." you manage to choke out, your voice breaking as a hiccup escapes your lips.

"whats wrong, sweetheart?" she asks, and you can hear the faint clicking of a keyboard on the other side of the line. she's working on her computer, typing away as she's blissfully unaware what her girlfriend had done to herself.

"i relapsed."

the words make her breath catch in her throat. all of the noises stop, a sharp inhale being heard. abby herself felt like crying, because it hurt to know her love had cut herself again.

"okay... it's okay. don't panic and don't move, alright? i'll be there as fast as i can." she says in one breath before hanging up.

within ten minutes abby was at your front door, fishing out the key you gave her a few months into dating. she let herself in, seeing you on the couch, completely still. you hadn't moved, just like she asked.

she sinks to her knees in front of you, her gaze never once leaving your eyes. you'd grown to appreciate when she would do that, as if your scars weren't the only thing that she sees. but when her gaze finally did fall to your arms, the mere sight made her heart drop to her stomach.

"oh, honey... oh, baby..." she says quietly. she didn't expect it to be this bad. maybe a few surface scratches at best. not one this significantly deep, "why didn't you call me?"

"i-i did."

"i mean when you got the urge." she says, taking your hands into her own and rubbing your palms, "call me before, not after. okay?"

you nod your head, fighting back tears as she takes out a wipe from her work bag, trying to clean up the cuts the best she can.

abby is the most tender human being youve ever met. she's gentle and knows what to do when things like this happen. often times she has to remind herself not to panic to worsen the situation, but seeing you in such a state like this makes her heart shatter in her chest.

once she's all done she cuddled up real close with you, wrapping your arms in a bandage and peppering kisses all over your face. she'll take the next few days off of work to stay with you, afraid it'll happen again if she were to leave you by yourself. once you're calmed down enough, she'll go around your apartment, confiscating anything she thinks you could hurt yourself with. but you didn't mind. even when the urges were there, so was abby.

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[jeoseungsaja]

They're indeed fortunate because we all know Lee Hyuk is ready to fight and throw hands if someone messes with Myungdae/Patrick no matter the timeline IUWHEIDUHWUEHD

Hyuk: (whilst holding Myungdae's head gently and caressing some strands of hair) YAH, what do you think you two are doing, huh? I'll roundhouse kick you if you keep bothering him, don't test me, I'll do it---

taiquinn ( @uroborosymphony & @velvetineblue ) are lucky that they are bullying him b4 he reunites with hyuk ( @jeoseungsaja ) bc once hyurick is back together- this will be happening:

myungdae: *sulks, buries head in crook of hyuk's neck and points at taiquinn* they're being mean, make them go away 😞

[kerizaret]

3, 5, 11, and 16 I think! :D

3. [a specific color that gives you the ick?]

Can't describe it but the shades of yellow that are very close to looking green or vice-versa. Especially the bright ones

Kind of like

5. [favorite form of potato?]

I think im gonna say fries

11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

I hold onto a lot of things from my childhood i think... Tons of plushies as well as notebooks with drawings of them and their names written... a lot of other old drawings too. A huge my little pony poster from my childhood friend that still takes up a significant part of my wall. Old diaries I never wrote more than 5 pages in. Glasses I used to wear in kindergarten. Old projects and stories from the first classes of primary school. A guitar pick I got from my favourite teacher in 2nd grade that I never used because I never played guitar. Glass pebbles I won when i was 7 for making drawings for teachers and that everyone fought for. Toy plastic rings and bracelets and other toy jewellery.

There's a lot more but those all come up at the top of my head

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

I like it! I don't choose this flavour a lot but it's cool

[the-one-that-weeps]

HOC. GRIPS YOUR SHOULDERS. THE NEW LIMS. IM GOING TO BE SICK/pos

OH MY GOD I didn't get a notif for this one. Jumpscare haha

Me when Airi gets the best cards and hairstyles ever 😌

[stillresolved]

“ i want to know what love is to you. ” ( to: aeri )

@goldenheirs / "i want to know..." prompts

A SCOFF. “What is this supposed to be, philosophy class? We’re not in university anymore.” Do forgive her for her imprudence there, Ma-ri; she was in the middle of a sketch when she was interrupted and no one wants to be on the receiving end of Kang Aeri’s temper. Especially when she is in the middle of creating. She was like that too, back when she was a student in the classes outside of her major. Whatever the professor was saying always came second to her doodling, soon to be a masterpiece. Who are they to interrupt the makings of a foundation to timelessness?

Nevertheless, Ma-ri is family now, even if Aeri pities the girl. For crying out loud, Ma-ri is engaged to Bel, of all people. The golden goose with the ego of a peacock. It’s one thing to be oogling him over SNS, but another thing to have to put up with him…for life. Aeri would rather jump off the top of the Kakao’s headquarters, thank you very much.

This being said, she sets her pencil down and leaning back in her chair, crosses her arms. “What, having marital trouble with my brother now? And here I thought you two were living the fairytale happily ever after.” Of course that’s just Aeri rattling off whatever dispatch has been saying about Ma-ri and the oldest Kang’s engagement. In other words, exaggerating the truth, as usual. 

“Well it’s definitely not whatever the fuck is happening in that…cesspool.” Love is an interesting word to describe the familial ties within the Kang family. Maybe somewhere, deep down, there is love– loyalty to one’s own kind. It just ends up…twisted, shattered, and corrupted the closer to the surface it gets. 

So yes, maybe there is love. But certainly not the kind Aeri seeks out.

“Someone who isn’t fucking exhausting to be around,” she starts though, legs crossing. Better to start with something specific than vague, right? That’s the way most of her sketches start out anyways. AERI the designer doesn’t begin with broad strokes. It must always begin with a specific vision of some part. “If I have to walk eggshells around you for everything I do, it’s not worth it. I’m not giving up my life for just anyone.”

Worth it. Maybe that’s the answer Ma-ri is looking for ultimately. For all the cynicism that runs through all the Kangs, Aeri…well she wouldn’t call herself an idealist or optimistic, but she is confident. Hopeful. 

“I wouldn’t be where I am in my career if it wasn’t for my fiancée. I used to think she was the most aggravating person ever.” Devora Diana Song, Aeri is referring to. Although surely Ma-ri knows her, if not at least from the less than savory tales the golden goose has probably recounted about the CEO of the Chosun Ilbo Paper. Aeri considers that fact, alone, to be the cherry on top of all the reasons to come around to her fiancee– if it pisses off her brother, then it is worth pursuing. 

But maybe Aeri should’ve realized all along. Even when Devora was aggravating just by existing, Aeri could never keep her eyes off of her. From the pedestal the Kang family has always expected Aeri to stand on, she was always watching Devora. They were always looking at each other, instinctively know that inevitably gravity would pull them towards one another. Soulmates, one might say, but Aeri has never been one for romantic ideals. She glances outside the window, into the sun.

That’s what love is, isn’t it? Enduring. Patient. Inevitable.

( And yet maybe, just maybe, there is a vague thought, she has. That perhaps this is not the first life in which she and Devora have crossed paths. In the vaguest of…flashbacks? Premonitions, there is a picture of them together, under different circumstances, one where the guilt racks on Deva’s back and Aeri’s hands are callused from years of servitude– )

A far off look. Aeri shakes her head. “Anyways, if you really have to ask someone outside your relationship for love advice, maybe you shouldn’t get married. Pity, since we would’ve finally been getting a someone with common sense in the family–”

[beachlifelez]

“Ok, mom, that’s enough pictures. I need to go help Kayla with her post-meet cool downs.”

“Ok, Lynn, I get it. Great meet, Kayla!”

“Thanks, Mrs. Green. Lynn has been a great help with my preparation and training regimen. Let’s go, Lynn, we need to get to it.”

Lynn’s mom didn’t really get it. And it would stay that way if Lynn and Kayla had their way. They went back to the now empty locker room. Kayla stripped off her suit and laid on the training table. Lynn approached.

“You swam great, today, Kayla.”

“Thanks, sweetie. I knew what was waiting for me at the finish line so I wanted to make quick work of it.”

“Really? You mean it?”

“Mmm, yes. You’re the best trainer I’ve had, Lynnie.”

Lynn always blushed when Kayla called her that.

“Ok, Lynnie. My pussy is so cold from the pool. How about warming it up with that warm mouth and tongue of yours?”

“Yes, Kayla, of course. You know I love going down on you.”

“The best pussy eater in the school. That’s my Lynnie. Prove it again, now, sweetie.”

That was all the encouragement Lynne needed. Her face was soon buried between Kayla’s legs. She took in the familiar smell of Kayla’s muskiness mixed with the pool chlorine. This melange was a pure aphrodisiac for Lynne.

Lynnie’s subbie mind made her almost desperate to make Kayla cum for her. And cum Kayla did. Kayla was certainly right about Lynnie’s talents down below. They both got what they wanted out of this latest encounter.

Lynne didn’t expect Kayla to return the favor, and she wouldn’t. That was perfectly fine by Lynnie. She knew Kayla would let her help in the shower, which might lead to another opportunity to please her.

Lynnie’s soapie fingers did indeed find their target, repeatedly, in the shower, putting another smile on both their faces.

As they were getting dressed, Kayla kept Lynnie in her place.

“My next meeting is Saturday. Why don’t you come over Friday night? You can shave me down. All over. Would you like that, Lynnie?”

Lynnie nodded like a thankful little puppy.

“Mmm, yes, Kayla, I’d be happy to.”

Kayla patted Lynnie on the head as she left the lockerroom.

“Good girl, Lynnie. Good girl.”

[ofgentleresolve]

ara. ➜ Ara is not the person she once was- the pieces, familiar yet hazy like looking into a pool of water, are all still there, but the picture they make…it’s different now. Annie can’t quite put her finger on it but even if they’ve picked up their friendship from where it had been dropped off, the Ara who visits Annie in her aunt’s convenience store is a far cry from the Ara of their medical school years.

For one thing, the wounds she brings in have evolved from mere nail marks or slap impressions across the face. The gash on her shoulder could not have been the result of a petty grudge by their ( old ) classmates, the ones who went into the profession for the money first then the people. 

( And for a moment there, like an air bubble, a memory resurfaces- back in the day when Ara would appear by Annie’s side with such minor injuries, the result of fights between her and their snobbier classmates. How Annie would give her both treatment and a scolding for her recklessness, all while knowing full well that the cycle would repeat in the near future. Ara knew it too, always bearing both with the same grace she does now. Unperturbed and resolute because what else is supposed to be? Finnick said something along those lines, didn’t he: it takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to FALL APART.

Better not to give into it. )

Lips curl slightly in disapproval- she’s heard Ara speak of them, vaguely: the boys, whom Annie can only assume are abetting Ara in this crusade she has devoted herself to. Exactly what roles they play, Ara has never disclosed. She hasn’t told Annie too much about them, or about herself either. Like why she keeps coming into the convenience with say, a shoulder blade cut open. 

It’s only fair, really - Annie hasn’t told Ara about the events preceding her return. Or even the life that she led after returning to the states. Ara has never pushed and so Annie keeps that rhythm. It’s easier this way, safer in her head rather than in the open, not with the way the police had pried into the cracks open for the sake of ‘procedure’ and ‘breaking news’, only to ship her off to the psych ward once she had outlived her shelf life.

“Don’t-” She flinches as Ara flings her shirt off. For a moment, Annie swears she sees blood drops follow the path of the shirt; her breath hitches as she has to remind herself that she is standing, she is not sitting and so there is nothing on her lap, no head of her colleague waiting to be found-  Swallowing the lump in her throat, Annie looks away from the bloodied shirt. “If you move too fast, it’ll, you’ll make it worse.” With the wound out in the open though, it’s easy to see that while the cut itself isn’t terribly deep, it does require stitches to heal. And a thorough cleaning too. 

The medical kit in question though,  she keeps in the counter beneath the cashier machine. Arm loosely entangling around Ara’s, Annie gently tugs her behind the counter where she slides her stool over, motioning for Ara to sit. Annie opens the medical kit, pulling out first the gauze and then the saline solution. 

The question rests on the tip of her tongue as she dips the gauze into the solution. How did it happen this time? She wants to say and she’s sure that Ara would, for a fact, tell her the truth. At this point, it might be easier to know so she can prepare for the next time. But Ara looks her in the eye and all Annie can do is press her lips together and shake her head.

No, Annie won’t tell anyone about this. Just as she hasn’t in the time before this one. And the time before that one. Gently, she wipes the gauze over the wound- blood takes into the gauze like a water to a sponge. Annie’s hand tremors before she does the next swipe. One of the arteries was hit- which is probably why there’s so much blood this time. “...Hold here.” Annie instructs her patient before turning to get the suture and needle ready.

“...Will you go back out there?” After this? It’s a stupid question, really- of course Ara is going to. It doesn’t stop Annie from frowning though. Perhaps one day though, one day she'll tell Ara the whole story. But for now, Annie will give Ara this smaller truth. “I don’t…I don’t like it when you get hurt. It scares me.”

“I’m bleeding.”

Ara first answered, her eyes connected with Annie’s.

"I know, I know, Again."

She then added with that signature smirk of hers knowing she got herself into trouble once again. There was no wincing, no signs of pain through her facial expression. It wasn’t that she was insensitive to her own injuries, yet used to them, used to handle them, wear them, keep them as scars that made what her skin was : marked porcelain, tainted purity. It was her path to follow, a path in the night, of bruises and blood, of taken hits and returned ones. Though the fighter she became knew how to defend herself, it was never without a memory or two left on her carnation. Annie was the only person of trust she had when it came to patching her up, one of the rare who knew that Ara by night was turning into someone else.

“Oh it’s nothing too bad love, I just can’t go back to the boys like this, can I?"”

The boys meaning the Black Fang Gang - they all were highly protective of Ara and would start an urban war if they saw this. Especially Taiyang, she knew that. She wanted to appear strong however, undestroyable on this illegal scene filled with men, she did not want to be the Underground Princess to keep safe but a Queen with already patched up wounds like they were nothing but a little scratch. It wasn't the first time they would meet since Annie came back to the continent and each time, Ara could feel it, the heart pinch she felt when watching her friend. It was disturbing to witness : the shell of a woman Annie became. If one was proudly wearing her physical injuries as a shield, a carapace of scars and fights, the other seemed trapped in a realm of a different type of injuries, ones printed down onto her psyche. The former psychiatrist in devenir could see it, the change, the weight on Annie's shoulders, the shadows in Annie's eyes, the signs of post traumatism. If Ara's degree was unfinished, her analysis mechanisms never left her. She did not know however, not a single word about what truly happened, they never had the talk. Her steps lead her further inside, one of her hands covering the wound that was dripping from her shoulder blade, tainting the fabric of her shirt in darker reds. They used to be close yes. Closer, in that past of their younger years, lazy picnics on the stairs in the summer not too far from the dorms, thrift shopping to spoil each other after one successful exam and sleepless nights at the library. The gap of social classes always prevented Ara to want any sort of connection with the others - not that she was ashamed of her story or her status but every single one of them seemed to only see that when they looked at her. Envious. Of how brilliant she was, excelling and yet, a simple survivor. Annie was a survivor, too. Survivors who now have lost so much and found each other again right here, licking their wounds of a life that's never been tender on them.

In a sharp move she removes her tainted shirt, grimacing slightly as her shoulder wasn’t so easy to motion after all, leaving it exposed, in a white bra, in her blue jeans. "On my way here it was quite the show, I didn't know how to hide it anymore. The sight of blood frightens more than it should. It’s not necessary a sign of distress and pain I believe. The more I bleed, the more I learn a little something new you know?” Her voice is calm, echoing in the silence of the walls they are in, just the two of them yet this tenderness Ara has in her eyes whenever looking at Annie. She wanted to hold her, she wanted to keep her close, tell her everything would be okay no matter what it was that changed her, to connect the way they used to - Ara wasn't the demonstrative type however, in all her charismatic and strong aura, she was the type who wanted to speak with her fists, to protect with her violence, to embrace through her social wars and surprisingly turned a little shy when having to wrap her arms around someone she truly cared about. She then pushes a strand of bra down as Annie was now reaching for Ara's shoulder blade, her fingers exploring the wound. Is that what happened to you Annie? Have you seen too much blood? Was the question crossing the vigilante's mind, in silence, her intense gaze observing each sign of Annie's demaneor, her eyes, the pace of her breathing, her unease. Perhaps it wasn't fair to ask the other for help again it's just, Ara had no choice.

“It all stays between us right?” She questioned, her eyes searching for Annie's as she accepts the kit offer with a nod of the head. It – the injury. It – the story behind it that Annie probably won't ask about but that Ara did not mind sharing with her.

"I trust you."

"And... You can trust me, too."