#non - isola

[punisheye]

Oowoo… oowooooo!!!

jesus christ is that a fucking gremlin

[lethalitisms]

@defyxoblivion said: Sleeper could ask for attention through any other means of communication, but he’s a cat. And as he has learned; cats do this; he shoves a cup of coffee off the counter with his paw.

"What the--" Oh shit! He's lucky he has his symbiotic other to catch that very full cup of coffee. Geez, kids these days. "What's the matter, Sleeper? Too bored?"

「 We told you. Child needs more space. 」 He hates being wrong. Eddie picks up one of his smaller dumbbells and places it on the table. "Here. Play with this."

[tornticket]

I stuck! Hep me? :(

He's filling up the entire box with water.

And not poking air holes in, either.

[darkenforcer]

Hi!

Drink your oiter

yo.

& eat the rich

[impinged]

nya nya nya~

nyow wait just a miounite... this is hissterical.

[cerebralbleu]

Play toys with me?

Master please come pick me up I'm very scared, send an Uber.

[swordsovereign]

❝ Well ... ❞

❝ What context is this in...? Are we talking about something fun, or is this cannibalism? I do like being alive, but I don't mind having some fun ... ❞ ❲ @mundmutter ❳

[innerbeast]

"Happy Starlight, Dar!" Bright orange eyes shined happily as the Xaela woman presented a small gift box, appropriately adorned with red ribbon and wrapped neatly with gold paper; a small note on top reading 'From: Amaris'. Inside was a small hairpin made from a batch of pressed red flowers, attached delicately to a string of beads that would drape down and compliment the Warrior's brunette hair. "I hope you'll enjoy it! I was inspired by that earring of yours."

the miqo'te's ears shoot up at the exclamation, attention averted down to the little box before he's plucking it from the au ra's hands. his tail set in motion, dancing in a display of excitement he wished he could hide a bit better... or at all, really.

too late for that. not like amaris wasn't already familiar with his habits and behaviors, she knew him about as well as his own family. which only seemed to be proven true, further, once he's scratched away the paper.

careful fingers lift the hairpin, lips parted in a silent gasp. a thanks left stuck in his throat.

the earring he wore held a great deal of meaning to it, so to have a similar ornament to wear given to him by a friend close enough to be considered family -- shite. dar could almost shed a tear if not for his want to keep up appearances.

"... it's perfect, ami." ( i love it ).

"i'll certainly need to put somethin' together to have this pop against the red i already wear." there's a pause to look over the hairpin once more, corners of his eyes crinkling with his growing smile, "thank you."

[okeancsa]

♆     @scperbark     set     sail     from     ♆

            𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒     𝐈𝐍     𝐍𝐄𝐖     𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊     𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃     𝐁𝐔𝐓     𝐈𝐓     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃     𝐓𝐎     𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒.     A     FAILED     quest.     Lost     companions.     The     numbing     cold.     The     son     of     Poseidon     had     been     treading     through     the     BLINDING     snow     for     miles     now     with     no     luck.     He     was     lost     deep     in     the     forest     when     the     snow     began     to     gently     fall     from     the     sky.     Now,     Percy     was     lost     in     a     white     void     of     ice.

                Left.     Right.     Left.     Right.     One     more     step,     just     one     more     step.     It     was     all     the     half    -    blood     could     think.     All     the     energy     he     could     muster.     Until     he     felt     something     BRUSH     against     his     leg.     Looking     down     he     saw..     a     dog?     White     pelt     made     the     canine     nearly     INVISIBLE.     The     son     of     Poseidon     didn’t     see     or     hear     him     approach.

            〝     Hey     boy..    〞      Raised     voice     fought     against     the     HOWLING     winds,     his     hand     dropping     to     RUFFLE     the     canine’s     head.     〝    Please     tell     me     you     know     where     you’re     goin’..    〞     

[charadrxxmxrr]

Question: I was one of your followers before you joined the group? So are you still open to independent blogs or are you only group now? I just want to be sure so I don’t make you uncomfortable by liking starter calls or anything.

Oh, yeah, I’m still open to independents! My focus will be on the group, but I’m pretty open to rping with everyone!

[einwish]

§ Hoarding them like that is a waste. §

§ You can't expect to grow a Witch out of sunshine, dirt, and prayers. §

[punisheye]

i'd like to buy a corpse please

ok well do you want it fresh or should it have been marinating for a bit. if you want fresh it'll be triple the base price

[lethalitisms]

@ichigokurosaki said: they’re giving off a weird vibe! ichigo merely stares with squinted eyes and furrowed brows.

Venom is used to being stared at, used to such scrutiny by onlookers, but let that not be mistaken for being fine with it. The creature crouches to Ichigo's eye-level, white slits mirroring his squinted eyes. A deep rumble of an inquisitive ( and incredulous ) hum sounds from the back of their throat, though not a hostile growl.

. . .

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[asteriliou]

High society. It wasn't a place that Seiza Marebito would like to find herself in a lot. In fact, more than anything else in the Realm, she wanted to get out of this place, but she accepted an invitation and was now stuck here. She'll find a way to make her escape, though now was not the time.

How Seiza came to be in this place was very simple. A noble came to her with a request, and being the poor sap adventurer and hero that Seiza is, she couldn't say no, though she should have because now she was bored out of her mind in this stifling place. Luckily for her, this was a masquerade party, but it made it much harder for Seiza to do her job.

She has to find a certain person and make contact with them but how was she supposed to find anybody at a masked party!? She was good at what she does but she wasn't exactly a miracle maker!

"Haah, well, I should enjoy the food and drinks since I'm stuck here."

Pray that the person she seeks would pop up before her. The sooner he comes out, the sooner Seiza can kiss this dress and mask off.

@nihilysm

[roshield]

i knew this was going to happen.

RANDOM QUOTES FROM TUMBLR PROMPTS (3/?)

"A little warning would have been pleasant."

There's a sharp pain in his arm, that Joshua's currently doing his best to mend with his abilities. He'd rather he didn't ( to save his strength, because if there's one thing that hasn't changed in years, it's that clive is an overprotective brother ), but Joshua quickly shut him down and Clive didn't have the strength to fight back. He'll lecture him later.

A hiss escapes his lips, rubbing at the closed wound once the younger male pulls his hand away. Who would have known hunts from a furball only he can understand would be so troublesome?

For a moment, Clive glances at Joshua - staggering a little, a hand over his chest. His fingers clench into a fist, the scowl on his face deepening. He turns his head away from him. He's not angry at Joshua, but he's scared.

( scared of losing him, again. )

"I'll have Tarja patch me up fully once we get back." Clive stands up, his sword on his back once more. "Any other bruises I get are off limits to you. You've used up enough of your energy already. I'll be fine."

[lethalitisms]

It was worn out, tired, strands of its matter still clinging to its host desperately. He coughs, something thick in his lungs; he doesn't need to breathe anymore, he knows that, but the response is instinctual. He grits his teeth, a hand raising to his chest as he sucks in a breath. It stings, but he's alive, and that's half of what matters. There's a headache blooming, somewhere deep in his skull, the ache of the symbiote. But it, too, is alive; it had woken him up, prodded at his consciousness. The stitches hurt, but the symbiote works to remove them from his body. They were only a temporary measure.

"Where . . . are we?" He's not talking to Marie, sitting up from the bed as his Other forms a coat over him. The symbiote offers no real answer; it doesn't really know either, but what it does know is that she'd helped with hardly a second thought. His fingers press into the material that formed over his chest, the symbiote peeling back its form to allow him to prod at where a gaping wound should be. "But you were . . ."

Dying, yes, it knows, but it had saved them, and with some help too. The symbiote purrs comfortably within his body, happy to have him back. Finally, he turns his attention to the medic, body still recovering, but much better than it was hours ago. "Sorry, were you the one that helped us?" The symbiote nods within their shared psyche. "Thank you . . . whoever you are."

It's fascinating to see where she stitches this. . .well, she's still not sure just what it is, working right after her to heal the skin further, bring it tighter for a increased chance of healing. As much as her curiosity spikes and she wants to ask so many questions, she continues her work on the wound, gaze only shifting away when Bouncer emerges.

He's quick to start the blood and just as careful, a practiced ease that comes with his own years of experience. He doesn't need to speak for Marie to understand how to set the IV up, get the blood to steadily start flowing when he needs to start it.

It's going to be a while - an hour, perhaps longer - for her to get the surture finished with the severity of the wound, as well as to stay as careful and cautious as she can.

-

It takes her roughly two and a half hours to get her work completed, the last stitch done and her hands moved away from the body. The bloods been steadily flowing into the body for some time now, and from her observation of the heart rate, it seems. . .steady.