#insurged

[lunarscaled]

STOP BOOPING ME WHEEZES

you fool. I'm only going to do it more now.

[hypsoz]

a crimson feather hands him takoyaki take out :)

# 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ☆ ( doppo , int. ) ! @insurged

" ..... hm... " Back was hunched over as his eyes began to fuzz and glaze over from staring at a screen. He blinks slowly in hopes of rejuvenating himself out of sheer willpower - but instead, he continues to sit lifelessly with the computer mouse tucked in his palm.

This ... working from home ... his boss said it was a mandatory sacrifice to getting one's work done - to go above and beyond for the company! - But Doppo didn't notice his co-workers taking their laptops home that Friday evening. How annoying ... but he wouldn't say a word.

Miserably he bows his head in defeat, eyes go black and he is effectively asleep. Soft snoring until his nose twitches, and he rises sluggishly to see the food before him.

" ..... Ah ... d-did you get this for me?? You shouldn't waste your money on me like that! "

[breathofcosmos]

[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room ( from knives for fenix <3 )

It feels like a challenge at times.

Eyes catch and hold, forgotten forest green and that chilling blue. A dare to look away and break first until something inevitably pulls one of their attentions. Childish sometimes, indecipherable others, and it didn't feel like she'd even been here that long.

In the grand scheme of two people who didn't seem to age, or barely did at all.

Hers breaks this round, called forward by somebody else calling her name another time. Muscles in her jaw tick once as she allows her arm to be taken, argentate stripes pulsing along the point of contact. No more stifling chemicals and makeup to hide them here, nor her innumerous qualities that makes her seem more inhuman with every lingering peek.

Studies aside; watching the white tails of a lab coat disappear; Fenix does not look back toward him yet, pressing her thumb over the little puncture instead, a faint rumble on her tone. "Can I help you? Or would you like a picture?"

[wistrea]

@insurged sent: ❛ did you think i wasn't going to notice? ❜ ( from wesker hehe )

the tearing on her skin is accompanied by the pain of her own disappointment, as she bled over the bathroom sink in an attempt to patch herself up, crimson - stained shirt floating along the surface of the nearby bathtub. the remnants of a job that frustrated her in the aftermath. she had pushed herself a little too hard this time, she thought to herself she presses the bandage against the open wound along her abdomen. it was foolish to continue her pursuit after her target when she knew she would need her serum soon, and she knew that at the time, but she could not allow loose ends to slip her grasp [ ... ] even when her head had begun to spin, even when the pierce had spread to her chest. it was a risk she had decided to take.

fatigue and blood loss render her far too tired to rewrite the pattern 'pon her flesh, as she so often does in order to hide the scars that litter her flesh, remnants of experiments to make her better, as they had said. they etch into her back, written atop her ribcage. if she was not going to be a useful weapon for umbrella, then they ensured she would be a defective product, as they told her themselves. to break her apart and put her back together again in a way that ensured she would not survive without their intervention.

she hears him before she looks at him through the mirror, lilac eyes flickering to meet wesker's own, obscured by dark shades as always. ❛ honey, i'm home?     ❜  she offered in a dry tone that kills her lackluster attempt at humor. if it had been anyone else, she would have turned them away to hide the scars from her skin, or the wounds she nursed, in an attempt to preserve the air of invincibility she builds herself around in order to hide her own morality. oddly enough, she does not find the urge to.

❛ if you're here to give me your criticism on my performance, i might actually kill you, wesker.     ❜ she muttered, as she continued to wrap the cloth bandage around her abdomen, trying not to wince when he could see. ❛ nothing ever gets past you, i suppose.     ❜

[no1psychic]

"a lifetime of disappointment has given me douche - ray vision."

@insurged ( gojo ) gets a goofy starter!

[wargod]

STARTER , @insurged 1/2 ✰ Garou

"I mean... You don't look great. But that's alright! Maybe people won't notice!" that relentless optimism was a plague. It held their tongue for the younger even though he was surely aware of the shameful state he stood in. So as long as he held himself tall and proud, he could make it work. Radiating confidence is key to trick others into a good impression, or intimidating impression. Dawa hummed to themself, patting the young man on the shoulder, having to extend their arm quite far to do so. "I would say don't move around too much or else the stitches will come undone, but~ That's a futile request isn't it?"

[groazei]

@insurged liked for a starter!

--- ❝ WELL, WELL . . . ❞ Alucard finds himself chuckling at the similarly dressed fellow of the night; Making the vampire amused as the night light formed around them. ❝ The night is full of surprises. ❞

[fractempyreal]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐍 ,  𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 .        Whatever kind of life that once lived in it now having long vacated the vicinity .   The Devil hadn't thought to take up any kind of mission dealing with saving an entire CITY ,   yet here they were ,   doing just that .   A disdainful scowl ripples across stoic features as they ruminate on the thought ,   but quickly disappates as they approach the wrecked comms panel .   Gaze sweeps over the surface as they search for something ,   ANYTHING ,   that might allude to the cause of the outburst .   

𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁 ,        Vergil reaching out so as to knock it off towards the ground with a muted THUMP .   The blood has dried by this point ,   leaving the file warped but not unopenable .   There's a gentle rustle ,   before the pause in motion  &  a putrid scent that keen nose picks up   (  something ,   someone ,   is present nearby ,   &  they were not human  ) .   Head turns ,   &  pale gaze narrows towards the entrance as they see a form standing there .   Hand once at the opening of the folder ,   now slowly resting on hilt of weapon .   

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛    —   I believed this facility abandoned ,    ❜         𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 ,   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 .       Moreso a WARNING than an unbridled threat .   Whether ally or foe was yet to be determined ,   &   The Devil was not the type to pretend amicability towards a stranger .        ❛    I suggest you continue on .    ❜ / @insurged

[shegore]

❛  . . . sit still ! ❜  he insists on fidgeting while she wraps gauze around his torso - so annoying, but what's the point of having a med school drop - out for a girlfriend other wise ? the moment @insurged walked through the door, she knew something was amiss - he's great at bearing the pain, but something was off. ( if you ask her how she knows , she'll brush it off , says it's nothing. )

❛ this is the third time this month - you're staying home tomorrow.❜ 

[warriorcrown]

@insurged // starter call

" huh-- it seems there is always an exception. "

aloud did vegeta complete his internal thoughts, as this particular creature was odd enough for thoughts to become spoken word. thus far had the lifeforms on this planet being unamusing for him. dull and boring, barely much of a fight, barely much of anything. it meant an easy job, clearing out the planet and presenting it to lord frieza to sell off easily. his timeliness in his short departure and quicker return would be praised, even if it was always a temporary acknowledgement before the next assignment came.

but if he was to be that demon's dog for the remainder of time, vegeta needed more than an easy slaughter. he needed the thrill and excitement of conquering, of besting a near-equal foe, but coming out triumphant over all.

those planets were where he thrived, blood-soaked and finally alive. this planet hadn't seemed to be one of them. not until he came across this giant of a man, he presumed, and the scanner over his eye pinged with a power level far superior to that of any other he had come across.

" do you have a name? "

a name he would forget, but light conversation usually was a good way to evaluate one prior to battle.

[ilbound]

closed. // @insurged ( ft. gojo + kaen )

The wisps practically f l o c k to the man , sing-song trilling in glee as they gather upon his shoulders and attempting to nest within white tresses.  Kaen smiles at the sight of their friend all adorned in harmless fire , twinkling and shimmering to the tune of the sprites’ and their incessant fawning over his presence.

❝ Gee , always so popular , ❞ They remark sardonically , motioning for him to sit where he likes ; their space is his , after all.  Kaen themself settles onto the couch , cocked against the arm , ❝ I’m glad y’came , ❞ S u r p i s e d is more like it.  Given their exchange a few weeks ago ( the little gesture of affection , the little offering they made ; a mistake , they realize now & regret it immensely ) , Kaen figured they had chased Gojo off for good.  ❝ Woulda’ broken m’eart if somethin’ silly like that changed things. ❞  As always , their words are playful , lighthearted , but there’s a trace truth to them they hope goes undetected ( they do not deserve to speak so freely about such things ; they have no footing in such human affairs & never will ) .

❝ But , I needa’ talk t’you. ❞  Expression turns serious , chin propping into scarred palm.  ❝ I wanna know how long y’ve known. ❞  About what they r e a l l y are , Kaen means.  And then , ❝ Not often do people catch on.  And here I thought I was doin’ well with m’tricks ! ❞  They groan dramatically , slumping against the armrest , deflating into a withering puddle.  ❝ Shit’s not easy , y’know ... ❞  As if to imply they work RATHER HARD to feign humanity ( but why ? ) .

[archivedolon]

" there's no need to entertain him if it proves too difficult. anyone could tell what that guy is trying to pretend to be for you. "

｛ ✧ : ATUALLY PT. 2 ( penomeco ) / @insurged

[narumakiii]

❛   sometimes the burden can get a little bit . . too heavy . ❜ sniperess stated, regret coloring hazel crystalines. there was no room for discussion ; no room for a debate. she had simply shared her feelings hands drenched in BRILLIANT CRIMSON whenever nightmares / panic haunt her.

@insurged

[cataschism]

✦ @insurged.             /             noumu deku.

PAIN. ALL DEKU FEELS IS PAIN.

The space in the doctor’s laboratory is freezing. The tubes were much warmer, &. though all he could do was breathe &. float, at least it was warm. The momentary anticipation before release feels like nothing he’s ever experienced before. STRIKING COLD, &. unflinching doctors. It is all that Deku can do is remember how to speak. &. use rusty vocal chords. His lungs crackle             /            unused, full of fluid, coughing up purple - pink life - saving liquid.

He is barely conscious. The cold is all that keeps him awake, but even it ebbs to sleep. Eyes that no longer fit in his head; muscles spasming on the inside, muscles &. joints crying - out. Deku’s jaw unhinges when he tries to speak. A stranger’s voice exits him with the cadence of a MANGY DOG.

❛ St - o - o - op. ❜

Is he alone? Did he escape without meaning to? An intentional test? He feels barely - awake. The laboratory looks empty, but EVEN SHADOWS MOVE. Deku rolls his jaw back into place. He cannot even see what he looks like.             THE             MIND             FORGETS.

deku             is            falling             apart. ❛ Sto - o - p, pl - ease. ❜

[primegrim]

      it was utter chaos : the country , the world . . . yet , it was somehow of a pretty sight .

   fires and destructions everywhere , and during the night , it could form rather beautiful colors in the skies , even with all the clouds covering it due to the smoke . at least , that's what the woman thought as she looked out at the horizon from the rooftop she found herself on , legs crossed and just looking at it all happen beneath her .

   eiko doesn't consider herself an evil woman , even with all the evil deeds she had done ——— she did them in the name of the commission . she did them in the name of good ——— and just as grey eyes look out at the scenery underneath dark veil , she tilts her head . . . no , she isn't evil ; but after so many years , she can't possibly good , either .

   what is that saying ? a child will burn it's village in order to feel it's warmth ? . . . it's a rather shameful feeling to her , that the killer can't help but relate to that quote , right now .

   not that it matters , really .

   her covered head turns ever so slightly over her shoulder , looking behind her . eyebrow raises , and she gets up ; standing back to the city she was just observing , now her attention elsewhere ( or rather , on someone else ) .

   "" funny . . . i had a feeling you'd show up , eventually . ""

|| @insurged gets a plotted starter 🖤 !

[kusatta]

" i envy the birds high up in the trees. they live out their lives so purposefully. " / @insurged, afo ; MARINA - handmade heaven.