#mercyxkilling

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for mercyxkilling : @mercyxkilling is run by one of the sweetest and most talented people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She’s an amazing writer, and so much thought goes into what she does that’s is almost intimidating but she’s so sweet it’s hard to be afraid of her. She cares so much about other people even in the hardest times she goes through and makes sure that no matter what she’s still thinking of her friends and that she wants what’s best for them. She’s kind, generous, and wickedly talented, and I am grateful to call her a friend. We love you, cornai. you and your muse both.

[verreprincesse]

— ooc:

saw a post reblogged by @mercyxkilling​ ( ♥ ) that made me want a corsets version of it. so imagine being close friends with cindy and you all are just in your corsets and shit:

but it looks like this: 

just.... yes!

[azure-steel]

♡ ♡ ♡ (uwu something lighthearted in the midst of… everything.)

PUT  A   ♡  IN  THE  ASK  IF  YOUR  MUSE  HAS  A  CRUSH  ON  MINE - ACCEPTING @mercyxkilling

Cloud is certainly no stranger to the flirtatious whim of the Nova's captain, but he can't help the grin tugging at a single corner of his mouth in the face of this little confession of hers.

It was time to have a little fun of his own.

"Can't say I'm really surprised." he quips, a nonchalant shrug lifting both shoulders, though this was before he brazenly snakes a single hand around Mercy's waist and tugs her a little closer, just for good measure.

"I'm pretty stunning, yeah~"

Strife was nothing at all if not smooth as fuck!

[risingsouls]

i thank you for your support in all the forms that it's come in. i thank you for your generosity, your affection, and for you just being who you are. you are a wonderful person and i'm very grateful that we found one another.

[Dawww it was no problem! I'm glad to help and you're a sweet and kind person so I'm more than glad to do it! Life sucks sometimes and I've been there myself so i definitely get it. Thank you for your kind words, too! 💖💖]

[definedinsanity]

@mercyxkilling​

In this line of work you knew an addict when you saw one. The addict has a primal state, a perpetual behavior of looking over their shoulder or attempting but failing to stay calm. You could call the two them kindred spirits, birds of a feather , if you would like to be more poetic, but the feeling was lukewarm. Vaas gnawed on the end of a dying cigar, inhaled once, and knelt closer so he could get a better look at the woman hunched over an old poker table. High, or coming off it by the looks of things. Maybe bought or just taken out of her cage for a little fun by some half-hazard coworker with too much time on his hands. He let the smoke out, an attempt to gauge her awareness and whether or not she was close to death.

"---do you think the alien from Predator comes from a planet of assholes---or is it just like---a select fucking few? There can't just be a race of fucking aliens bent on blowing up white men, right? There has to be a fucking explanation for it. I was thinking to myself---it's cultural, right? Like it's just a fucking race of cocksockers who just like fucking with people. Like the French."

[cracknoir]

@mercyxkilling​

“I wasn’t strong enough,” admitted absolutely, “everybody loses. Difference is I made career out of it.” 

[streetslost]

“It’s better if you stay here, where it’s safe. I’ll be back before you know it.”  (For that protective fam/friend meme maybe? 🥺👉👈)

protective friend/family starters - @mercyxkilling

   THICK, dark brows would thread together as attention snapped over with the words provided from the elder.  The comments were a sharp split to the silence that had settled between them, Cat’s attention previously directed on checking her knives were properly sheathed.  Thoughts that had been FLITTERING over the idea of requesting a gun fell off ( she knew how to use one just as well as what she had, but even the street rat could admit the lack of firepower in the steel blades ).  Anything that required aiming was generally up her alley, knives were nothing more than a preference; they were generally less a t t e n t i o n grabbing, which was a feature she doubted mattered all too much in the current situation.

            “What?”  Turning herself fully, the brunette’s fingers coiled against her palms, the fists a sign of rising frustration.  Teeth gritted, catching herself from spitting out anger so immediately, instead trying to get her bitter confession put together.  “M’not staying behind.  I’m perfectly capable of handling myself in this situation, plus s’mainly my problem to begin with.”

     A few strides forward.  Smaller size wasn’t so intimidating, but the f e r o c i t y of her green depths echoed an anger much larger than her form.  Cat didn’t take kindly to threads, and she had reached her limit with being walked over, used, or controlled.  She wasn’t going to back down, and safety was the last concern upon her heart then.

                   Only the desire to stand.

[stingslikeabee]

✄ 😘

send me a ✄ and I’ll write your URL in my handwriting . accepting

I would like to say that this meme is only possible for your current URL because I’d have butchered your old one so so so badly. The ‘x’ in the middle did not flow as nicely as I wanted with my cursive. :(

[electricea-archive]

@mercyxkilling​​ sent - ❦ - ship with me, idc if it's romantic or platonic or toxic or rivals or whatever omg. i do have persona verses where a younger mercy is constantly watched by her brother so there's a lot of sneaking around and being rebellious... and she's just a trouble-maker to begin with. this could be a good or bad thing but maybe it'd make an interesting dynamic. the new, foreign-exchange student whose a loner who needs friends and ryuji who's so sweet and wants to be her friend. i just. ;asldkfjasdjf <3 ( Let’s Talk Ships! - Accepting! )

❦

I’m really sorry I made you wait for this as I was trying to focus on the Halloween stuff but I wanted to say that I would absolutely love to write any sort of ship with you and I think the idea of a young troublemaker Mercy could be really fun, especially if she meets young, fellow troublemaker Ryuji - and I do agree, I’d love to actually explore a foreign exchange student storyline.  I know Persona 3 sort of touched on that with Bebe but I’d actually really love to flesh out this idea and explore it with you.  You’re just someone I adore so much and think so highly of, I’d be ecstatic to write with you no matter the ship, no matter the genre.  You and Mercy are always welcome here

[leondxs]

“  why are you looking at me like that?  ” (uwu~)

morning after starters

@mercyxkilling

Her query was not without reason. He wasn’t being very subtle about his staring. But it was not a gaze of lust nor crazed obsession. No, it was pure affection.

A creature, who’s gaze was normally filled with hatred and animalistic hunger, now looked upon her with doe-eyed wonder. Amber hues were soft and warm. Lips remained set in a sweet smile. Ah, but he knew it was only a matter of time before she caught him in the act. He was not ashamed. She was beautiful. And he would certainly not deny the feelings he had for her.

There were times Leondas wondered if he were still capable of love. Vampirism had stripped him of most of his humanity over the centuries. But in the quiet moments such as this, his normally cold, lifeless heart beat so quick, felt so warm. Yes, this was love. He had felt it before, so many years ago. He thought he would never experience it again, until now.

He chuckled softly, ❝ Just admiring the view. ❞

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for mercyxkilling : @mercyxkilling is a blog that i admire from afar but i just genuinely love their content. they post such great things and i honestly just appreciate their presence on my dashboard so much! they’re a great person and their writing is absolutely amazing.

[phantomarchive]

Random asks are love incarnate! | @mercyxkilling​

mercy brushes her fingers through jessie’s hair. she didn’t want to bother or distract her from her work, but she also couldn’t resist the temptation.

“have you got time to stop? you’ve been working so hard lately, yeah? or maybe... i could help? i’ve got very dexterous fingers, y’know.”

It’s too easy to get caught up in her work, an almost obsessive focus overtaking her. Since the fall of the Sector 7 plate and a newfound mix of determination and a need to do better, she’s barely given herself much rest outside of what’s necessary to get her through to the next day when she starts all over again. Gadgets, weapon and accessory upgrades, making herself better braces for her injuries she’s now realizing are permanent. Anything she can do to help the others and herself. She needs to feel useful-

Mercy’s soft touch pulls her out of her thoughts, almost startling her, and her hands fall still as she looks at the other woman. Concerned, and just raunchy enough to try and mask it.

It’d be so easy to shake her head and insist she’s too busy, something she’s done fairly frequently lately to anyone who’s asked, and for a moment her hands curl just a bit tighter around her tools. She wants to keep going, but she knows that look in Mercy’s eyes, knows that she’s worrying her, and hell, maybe a bit of a break - or even a rest for the night - won’t go amiss. As easy as breathing, she smiles and sets down her tools.

“You’re very convincing, you know that?” she says with a soft huff of a laugh. “Better your hands than mine right now. I think they’re stuck like this-” she holds up one hand that she’s carefully made to look like it’s holding a hammer, “-and that won’t do much for either of us.” Another laugh, a wider smile, and it’s only half faked now. “As long as you don’t mind a shower while I clean up, then I’m all yours.”

[azure-steel]

@mercyxkilling​ said: predictable. cloud’s footwork always seemed to follow the same pattern so it had been child’s play really to bob and weave out of the man’s attack and sweep her leg to kick at the back of both his knees and drop him. in his defense, she thought as she moved to straddle him and pin his wrists down, he was a fierce and formidable opponent, but after they’d sparred together for so long it had been very easy to anticipate his moves. 

a triumphant smirk pulled at her lips as she hovered over him, her long tresses slipping down over either shoulder, creating what almost seemed like a veil that shrouded the two of them from the outside world. all mercy could see now was cloud, and all she could feel was him beneath her. she had become very aware of how agonizingly close her hips were to his, and slowly that smirk disappeared from her mouth. her lips parted as if to speak yet instead the only sound she made was an audible and shuddering sigh. heat rose to her cheeks and her eyes never left his, her gaze smoldering with unfulfilled desire. 

there had always been tension between them and many times opportunities arose where either of them could have acted upon it, but ultimately they both would pull back. this time, though, given the position (literally) that she was in, mercy found it impossible to resist the temptation. 

“i think i won. but i still think you should get some kind of prize for at least trying. a participant trophy, so to speak. so... what to do, what to do...?” she wore a faux look of contemplation for only a moment, then leaned further down with her face mere centimeters from his. 

“mmn, how ‘bout i try something like this...?” she dipped her head down against his neck and dragged her lips across his neck briefly before placing a trail of kisses against the delicate exposed flesh there, moving up to his jawline, stopping after she pressed her last kisses at the corner of his lips. 

“but you know,” she purred softly into his ear, “you did keep up with me pretty well. so i’ll give you a little something more.” and with no other warning mercy crushed her mouth onto his, delving her tongue into his mouth to taste and explore. for so long she’d wanted him and denied her desires, believing they’d dissipate over time. she’d been so, so wrong, and it made everything all the more delicious Unprompted Asks (Psh, who am I kidding, I wanted this more than chocolate~) - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

He was getting sloppy, and it showed each time his opponent managed to land a hit, but it wasn’t as though Cloud could even blame his own lack of precision and balance on cumbersome armour detail, considering he was wearing a simple tank and sweatpants for this bout of hand-to-hand combat. 

No. 

It was her... it was always fucking her, with her lithe figure, killer thighs, pretty face and smart mouth, distracting him, tripping him up and turning him on; to say he was frustrated was putting it mildly, it had to be noted, and Mercy certainly had to have noticed. How was it even possible to like and hate something all in the same instance? 

Cloud isn’t entirely sure when he’d stumbled into this rabbit hole but the fact of the matter remained that he had and the longer this particular sparring session continued the more frustrated he got and it showed with how he glares at her from beneath his lashes after each shunt, each weaving dodge and every scathing bit of trash-talk she fired his way. 

It should be a crime for Mercy to look this good while all but handing him his own ass. 

But then she came in low taking out both legs, an action which had Cloud sprawling onto the floor with a heavy bodily thud. The loud grunt he emits isn’t from pain but from the abject irritation of being caught unawares, again, and he just lays there on his back staring furiously at the ceiling just preparing for this crushing defeat to be rubbed in his face like salt into a festering wound. And that moment came soon after with the woman straddling his waist and pinning his wrists to the floor on either side of his head. He’s only thankful that she’s sat on his stomach and not below the equator... that could have been a little bit awkward, and possibly not helped his rapidly darkening mood any either. Cloud doesn’t struggle against her, though he does offer a defeated nasal huff as he allows his bright eyes to glower at her from beneath a heavy brow. 

“Yeah, yeah, you got me, congratulations,” he says, impassive of course with only a hue of irritation carrying on the winds of his voice. What he didn’t expect was what happened next as the smirk tugging at her mouth withered away shortly followed by a quivering lascivious sigh, but it was that look in her eye, that soft wanton glint of inspiration which made his cock twitch. Cloud habitually drops his gaze between them towards that hot swell of fresh blood between his legs, despite the obstruction of her body still sat on his midriff, as though his manhood would suddenly break free of his pants and scurry away at any given moment, but the motion was fleeting before he’s meeting again with Mercy’s heavy eyes. And she’s so close now, so dangerously close, with her long hair blanketing him from the rest of the room, as though the world beyond her had long ceased to exist. 

Cloud had lost count of the amount of times they’d found themselves closer than was considered usual, and even he wasn’t oblivious to the chemistry which roiled between them in those few risqué moments. He wanted her, more than he was really willing to admit even to himself, yet the notion that could possibly be reciprocated in kind was a struggle to translate when it came to Mercy and her teasing ways. Not only that, but she was the captain of this somewhat dysfunctional crew, the idea that acting on his own impulses seemed... inappropriate. Yet somehow, right here and now, it was different, the way she spoke while talking about consolation prizes... it was... it was just... 

Different. 

“Mercy...?” a quick whisper, little more than a breath which almost caught in his throat as his lips form her name. “... what are you doing...?” He doesn’t need a verbal answer, not when her mouth is skimming the hot flesh of his neck, followed by soft hot kisses, eliciting a low groan to rumble from deep in his chest. Cloud arches into her, an instinctual action causing his head to roll back against the hard floor, to struggle lightly against the grip of her hands still wrapped around each wrist, and awakening a needy trembling in the muscle of each thigh. 

“Mercy...” She’s torturing him, she has to be, even as she lays one final kiss on the corner of his mouth he’s still not convinced that this is even happening, despite the desire he can spy in her gaze, despite the fact he’s now pitching a tent in his sweat pants, despite how utterly gorgeous she was... because that was just it, wasn’t it? She could have anyone she wanted... why was she even looking twice at him? Why was he even questioning it?

Fuck... he wanted her. 

Cloud’s following her mouth now, not really listening to the words she speaks as each breath comes to him in sharp shallow rasps, and he can feel everything; the weight of her body on top of him, the heat between her legs against his belly, the hot rush of her breath on his face, the soft press of her tits against his chest, a sensory overload of sorts as the desperation takes hold, the desperation for a taste of her and Mercy does not disappoint him. When lips mesh and her imploring tongue slips between the barrier of his lips, he reacts instantly, straining again against the bind of her hands holding him in place. And he moans against her lips when their tongues meet, bending each leg if only to tilt her body upwards, forcing her flush against him, to reach further into the depths of her glorious hot mouth. 

It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, to be subjected to such impassioned desire, to be wanted by this woman in a way that he so desperately wanted her, where savage words were so suddenly replaced by heavy lust driven breaths betwixt wet hungry lips. Cloud pulls back eventually, slowly, and not without capturing the supple flesh of her lower lip between his teeth before finally finding his voice. 

“I got the better end of this deal, yeah? I reckon you should win more often~” 

[risingsouls]

@mercyxkilling​​ asked: sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ? (for nabs if you would like? <3)

Botanical Headcanons || Open!

[I think I’ve answered this before for her but I’ll gladly do it again in maybe closer to like...how she feels post-Buu saga? As her legacy stands, it’s a little up and down. In some ways, her service in the Frieza Force and reputation as a killer probably sticks with her for quite some time, especially in the eyes of the Z warriors that were on Namek or knew what was going on there. It becomes more complicated and basically a thing of the past arguably on Namek when the others are shown she doesn’t take the same joy in killing and conquering as the other soldiers and that she does fight alongside them to try and defeat Frieza. As I mentioned, it still takes TIME for some to come around, see, and understand that, had it been up to her, she would not have chosen such a lifestyle (which makes forgiving her actually make some sense unlike with the automatic forgiveness and trust we get with Vegeta BUT that’s another conversation entirely and I won’t go there here).

She definitely doesn’t want to be remembered for her time on the Frieza force. In a perfect world, she would rather forget that portion of her life to some degree herself outside of the companionship she found in the Saiyans. In the simplest terms, she wants her legacy to be tied to her abilities as a warrior, whether it’s a casual sort of “damn I remember fighting her, what a badass” or even grander aspects in helping or to save the planet or universe. Her identity is tightly tied her her status as a warrior, and to be recognized as a great one, if not the best, would satisfy her.]

[definedinsanity]

mercyxkilling asked: for this meme. 

[ TUG ] : sender hooks their fingers in receiver's belt loops, and tugs them in for a kiss. 👀

There is no such a thing as intimacy here on Rook. There are no star-cross lovers, no perpetual Romeo beseeching Juliet. There are only those primal instincts animals have. Fucking to pass the time, growing close to ebb away the sadness and frustration of another day's losses. The pain of another fallen comrade, the humiliation of losing the battle in a lifetime of war. There is none of this between Vaas and Mercy. They live in that perpetual state of salesman and product. She has something to gain behaving in this sort of way. All soft and open, the look of her something out of one of those heartbreaking period pieces. Clothes sticking to the skin, long hair blown past features that have the hint of running makeup. She hadn't been crying of course, he knew her better than that.

Nevertheless, he allows her closer to him with her fingers at his belt. Allows her to brush those lips that taste of whiskey and honey past his and press deeper. And by all accounts they fit together, their lips like two missing pieces finally finding their pair. And he hates her for it, becomes more angry than he's ever felt toward her. She's playing him for something, wants some kind of retribution for the low state Hoyt Volker has put her in. He hisses, brings one hand down the concave of her back. The perfect impression of her hourglass shape, the graceful dip her back makes like the roll of a wave. His other hand goes down her thigh, hikes it closer to his hip so that he could carry her when she lets her weight go. He licks his lips, eyes brushing closed for a moment as he laughs. He could throw her, break her. Vaas would have to decide.

"---you're a fucking bitch, Mercy. You know that? You know you're a fucking piece of shit?"

[cracknoir]

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . (idk for Jimmy?? or honestly anyone you want?? if you want to at all anyway lol)

meme // accepting // @mercyxkilling

All things considered, Jimmy was in good shape. Getting stabbed doesn't feel the way you think it does, especially not from a tiny blade. Dull throbbing in his lower abdomen, wet and stucky feeling in his clothes, he'd known even when he was smoking a cigarette after the fight that he'd been stabbed. Dirty bastards.

Jimmy took a holistic approach to killing the pain, snorted a crushed up pill, smoked a tonne of weed, drank, all the while holding frozen peas to the wound. By the time Mercy was in tow, Jimmy was floating.

"Who the fuck stabs somebody?" Jimmy slurred, incredulous, holding the door-frame, allowing her to thread needle through flesh, he was a good patient, tried his best not to move. "This is just a ballache, see, if he'd punched me in the kidneys I probably would'a buckled, little guys don't know how to fight these days," he sucked on the joint, "-- you wanna fight once I'm patched up?"