#ooc. // queue

[litearra]

❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜

words ring through his very being, not so different after all. a fate he wouldn't wish upon anyone else. paid to fight until there was nothing left, either enemies would be eradicated or he would die trying. destinied to fight.     ❝ i sincerely hope not, ❞ he grunts, he was a disgraced bastard. a killer whose loyalty laid with the heaviest pay check. fingers flex at his side, sword strapped across his back - feels like missing a limb whenever they separate.     ❝ maybe it isn't too late for you, ❞ maybe there was a family still willing to take @denouemente in. he could only hope so, seen too many slain while seeking the next pay check.

[melpcmene]

THE SOLDIER SIMPLY NODS AND SHRUGS HIS SHOULDERS, RELOADING THE GUN AS IF IT WERE SECOND NATURE. He had simply nabbed it from the detective when he had noticed those... things were approaching an unknowing Joseph from behind-- mere moments away from a surprise attack. Leaning in close to him, he slides the gun back into its rightful holster.

[(╯_╰)] "Do not let your guard down. I don't want you to get hurt."

Though his electronic voice does not convey emotion, it is clear that his words are genuine. It would be a pity if he lost the only thing that he knows for certain is real and true, in a world that seems so twisted and warped.

CONTINUED FROM HERE. ( @vulpesscarred )

joseph looks at him, they're close⸻ and he makes a mental note of that. he listens, heartfelt by his words and his actions, as his actions spoke louder than his electronic words. the detective was grateful for him, yet felt guilty for not paying attention. “ thank you then, and i-- no, you're right there. i apologize for my negligence... ”

with the gun in his possession, joseph smiles a little. “ next time i won't. it's hard not to write things down though while we're here. ” he pulls out his notepad. “ but next time, i'll double-check my surroundings before doing anything else. i have to remember we're in unknown territory. ”

[daydreamerwonderkid]

I know WFA is too OOC for some people, but I need that shit right now.

I do love seeing the Batfam beating the shit out of each other. I like how messy their relationships are and I have always loved flawed characters.

But idk, man, Batman #138 just really crossed a line for me and I need a reminder that there are other depictions of Bruce that aren't so fucking heinous.

I'll take this shit:

Over this shit:

Any. Fucking. Day.

[melpcmene]

it was hard focusing on the task at hand, when your suddenly-now-a-patient-that-you-choose-to-attend-too was calling him pretty boy. ( and when someone is confidently calling you pretty boy, it was hard to contain that amount of gay panic. ) but that was soon stamped out by the next wave of words, or better yet, an acceptable question, funny nonetheless. a laugh shoots out of him, amused by his assumptions. “ ha- what? a gang? you should read more. also, i don't plan on pulling any broads; i'll leave that to you and your... suave-looking rope burns for the ladies. ” that and he wasn't interested in the broads.

arcade studies his reaction, which was expected with how sore they look. he can write a mental note down about that. “ i hope you don't complain about this to whoever you pull; the broads will be utterly disappointed. ” sarcasm on his tongue, arcade rolled his eyes. not the first nor the last patient to be a baby about pain. whatever level of pain it was.

he kept looking at them, turning them this way and that, remaining to be gentle as possible to cause less discomfort. he hums, contemplating. with his head bent down, his green gaze lifts up, peering through slightly dirty glasses; specked with motes of dust and whatever else the fallout will give you.

medical reasons were fluttering through his brain, thinking back on his training with the followers, including but not limited to his enclave days. “ don't itch them. ” slapping that hand away, arcade frowns. “ and yes, you'll need to wrap them up, or i can wrap them up. god forbid you wrapping anything up. ” it was a joke, matching his crass joke. “ i may have some salve for this, along with some clean bandages. well, clean to some extent. i just don't want this to get infected. ” making a face⸻ nose scrunched up a little, arcade says: “ nowadays, if such an infection is bad, we may have to go... chop, chop, chop. ”

benny shakes his head, as if arcade just doesn't understand. "nah, broads love scars. love hearing all the stories you can make up about 'em, too. not that a pretty guy like you'd know anything about that. bet you pull all the broads you want, huh? talkin' big about...wait, who the fuck are the greeks? that a gang?"

benny tries to think back. remembers waking up in a rickety shack with a sink, a bed, a toilet, and a bag of provisions. he'd washed himself with an old cloth, but hadn't paid much attention to his wrists, too out of it to do more than a quick rinse over.

and apparently, that was the wrong thing to do. whoops. in his defense, touching 'em stings like a cazadore. benny sucks air in through his teeth when arcade does it, not pulling back, but tensing to fight the reflex to yank away. "a little bit of bedside manner would be nice, doc," he hisses, as if arcade's bein' rough. "you treat all your patients like this? thought you fellas were supposed to be easygoing. the bookish types, ya know?" benny knows he's being a baby about it, but no one's around to see him, so whatever. he's seen enough medics in life to know they don't really care about your dignity, so the doc don't count.

(it doesn't occur to him that kaj is a doctor, too. she could've looked at these at any time since they've been paired up. she hasn't.)

"uh, yeah. they hurt like fuck, doc." he's sustained worse injuries before, but then, it's been a while. back in his bootrider days, benny'd pour some whiskey over these and call it a day, because that was what you did. but now he's soft from spending his days on the strip, drinking and partying to excess, planning to overthrow the house when the mood struck him. while it may read as stupidity to let the wounds fester, it's the same old song of tough guys don't need help that men have sang for years. benny ain't free from that, even now. and all the drinking has only made his healing process all the slower.

"bled a hefty bit when the ben-man got hauled up there. uh," bennny tries to think of his other symptoms. in a way, he's trying to be helpful. one hand comes up to scratch at a scabbed wrist. "itchy, too. should i wrap 'em up? i ain't good at that." a crass joke.

[ooctlt]

Gideon, if you think it's your duty to fight Harrow and it's necessary to stop her , why don't you just deliver the final blow?

If you wanted her to stop, you'd ask Cam's help or something. If you wanted to really hurt her, you'd go all out. Instead, you two seem to be having the weirdest kind of sex, where she is poking at you with sharp edges, begging you to kill her and end it all, and you're begging her to stay and touch you, no matter how.

[twistedappletree]

[ahollowgrave]

hey come here

reblog your own work. reblog it as much as you want. the dashboard is chronological (mostly) so you gotta put it back out there!! ok bye

[melpcmene]

a soft smile graced her lips, followed by a small chuckle. “ you're going to strain yourself if you keep trying. ” her tall form is imposing a little, leaned against the doorframe as her gaze remains on the navigator. “ i'd recommend a break. clear your head and then come back to it. why not have a refreshing drink? I think mister cook will do one for us both. ” her gaze then swept over to the map on the table.

“ though, miss navigator, why not let me have a look at it while you get that refreshing drink if you wish to have one. perhaps two heads are better than one? ”

"You haven't moved since I left, have you?" ( and robin @ nami! <3 ) asked by @melpcmene

Nami blinked slightly as she lifted her head, eyes squinting slightly in pain from having been trying to decipher the map they found. It was old and half rotten away, covered in muck from gods know what. "Ah?" Looking up at the time she winced slightly. "Sorry Robin, I thought I could make some headway."

Standing from her desk she groaned softly, feeling her legs go all pin and needles. "I can't make heads or tails, there's to much damage to it for me to make anything clear."

[piningpercussionist]

Messy Roxim doodle be upon ye (basis under cut)

It just immediately made me think of them. Possibly bc of Recent Posts but I Digress

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

I realized two nights ago that I don't think ive ever heard Gonta swear. So. So

[melpcmene]

A SUDDEN WAVE OF CHILD-LIKE GUILT HITS HIM, TURNING HIS HEAD AWAY FROM SHEN WEI'S GAZE. His shoulders seem to droop, but what is more telling are the ears on his mask also drooping. He's, quite frankly, been caught-- like a deer in the headlights. He fiddles with his fingertips for a moment, before he starts counting with each finger-- it surpasses five, then ten fingers... then he restarts...

[o(〒﹏〒)o] "S-Should I just... count in fives? I mean-- I won them all! So..." He's just digging himself a grave.

CONTINUED FROM HERE. ( @vulpesscarred )

with an inquisitive gaze, shen wei watched the fox count, and count some more before starting again, counting... his eyebrows would soon arch up a little with every count. a hand is stretched out⸻ a gesture for fox to stop counting. “ no. you gave me enough to know how many, and i'm a bit disappointed. were these fights necessary? ”

his hand dropped, only to be relocated to his chest as he folded his arms against it. “ please give me a reason why you fought them. did they attack first? i guess i would be less disappointed if this was all in self-defence but... it sounds like you did this many, many, many times. why? ”

[melpcmene]

“ the best, though i could do without grog's snoring. ” he lets out a small chuckle, appearing to be in a chipper mood. he moved to where keyleth was and looked over her shoulder slightly. “ so what are you making? what's on the menu today? ”

@melpcmene asked: it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares. ( percy @ keyleth! )

Keyleth offered a gentle smile as she looked at him. "I'm glad you were able to get a good night of rest then." She spoke as she milled about to make sure breakfast was ready for everyone.

[sinfulpatata]

ff7 x mdzs

the idea wouldn't leave me 😩✊

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Ink why would you hurt the bad sans like that?? What happened to your kind, caring soul? Oh wait that's right.... you don't have one, and you never will.

Blue: — Ink: pfft, damn, ok… Blue: NO! THAT IS NOT AN OKAY THING TO SAY TO ANYBODY! I UNDERSTAND YOU ARE UPSET, BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT INK FREQUENTLY USES HIGH AMOUNTS OF FORCE TO COMPENSATE FOR HIS INABILITY TO DEAL DAMAGE! THIS IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS, AND AS FIGHTING NIGHTMARE'S GANG IS A COMMON OCCURANCE, THEM SUSTAINING BAD INJURIES IS BOUND TO HAPPEN! Blue: (I WILL NOT SIT BY, IDLE, AS YOU INSULT MY FRIENDS) Blue: . . . Ink: . . . (awkward silence)

[askchilchuck]

You are serving cunt (compliment)

I still don’t know what that means, damnit.

[piningpercussionist]

Okay. Fellas. Real talk. I've seen some of you do it and I thank you profusely for doing so but can yall PLEASE credit the original artist of that piece yall kinda made into an a dtiys/art meme? That's not official art. I am point blank refusing to engage with any of these pieces that I see not doing such. (Even when it pains me to keep scrolling, because some of them are really good!! And I want them here!!! But I do have some rules for myself I try to stand firm by with this blog.)

Like you can literally see them say right there that it's fine IF YOU CREDIT. I'm fucking begging you.

I'm not mad at anyone who didn't know but I've seen SO MANY versions at this point, and I think I've seen maybe 3 or 4 of them RECENTLY include the credit. (And one with improper credit, I think?) Please. Please just. Tack it on.