#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.” 

[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.”

[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?"

[streetslost]

❛ you’re important to me, you little shit. ❜ ;A;

PLATONIC SENTENCE STARTERS - @mercyxkilling​

        CONFUSION was a weight in the back of her mind, though expression didn’t quite reflect the intensity of which the emotion was felt.  mouth partially open and eyes blinking with tinge of uncertainty, even though deep down there felt a SCREAM wishing to unleash because such words enticed anger.  she wasn’t important... people didn’t care about her.  she was used and forgotten.  kept around for a t e m p o r a r y time, given promises and hope... then left to rot upon the ground in a thin blanket of loneliness.  the agony in her heart clenched it tightly, and teeth gritted as initial round of words were prisoned behind the briefly forced smile.

             you’re lying.  such desired to spill forth, to break out from her chest and screech in the air between them.  instead, long inhale, glancing away, because she worried her eyes spoke for her.  rather blank, talented at hiding herself, but worried of cracks in the wall that had been beaten endlessly... yet, face was obstructed by the wild tangles of her hair.

    still, there was a h i n t of a laugh, hands moving to pressing to her eyes in response, pressing against the lids as though attempting to push back anything from their coloration.  thick swallow to quiet herself.  “weird.”  all that was initially presented.  it was weird.  yet certainly something more eloquent could be presented.  “m’not exactly... worth enough to be important i wouldn’t think but.  THANKS.  i guess.”

[scientistxsalarian]

@mercyxkilling​ wanted a starter

A small bottle is raised once the firefight’s died down--not his patient; barely his colleague; still important.

But first rule: do no harm.

Second rule: help.

“Saw...squinting after fight. Dilated pupils. Signs of headache--distress. Also...saw name on L2 implant list for reparations.” It’s gently admitted after looking around to verify they’re alone, offering up the rattling bottle of pills. “Don’t worry, would never breach Doctor-Patient confidentiality. Take with food and water. Avoid eating with Dextro-amino food--could be deadly if combined. Both for humans and surrounding onlookers.” His smile falls--serious. Almost gentle in its factual nature. “Will help with headaches. Should inform you: it’s not approved--preliminary testing outlooks good, but always outliers. Should take with caution. But...might assist. Known some biotics desperate enough for relief to do much worse things than take pills.”