#saiinted

[bcdwclves]

from here. || @saiinted

It was enough of a pain in the ass to get her dragged back into their shared living space, even more so when she struggled, albeit weakly, to escape from his grasp. Not like she ever could if she seriously attempted it, she had lost enough blood as it is and could barely fend off anyone stronger than a newborn puppy.

He sighs, kicking the door behind them close as one arm is hooped beneath hers and stretches across her back, holding her close as he takes to dragging her to the couch. If anything, it'd be more of a pain to get the sheets and couch cleaned than to get her cleaned up, but by god, he was going to do it. "Yes, but you have an infuriating habit of almost dying every night for me to become concerned." Admittedly, while he was away for those other times she almost died, this was the one where he was actually here for it.

Once she was seated, however, and she began to tell him what to do, instead of allowing him to help, a hand grasps her chin and very gently forces her gaze to meet his, "Sit still, and let me patch you up." It was a gentle chiding, but he demanded it in the way his silver eyes gazed into hers.

[boundcd]

🚼 i just think it would be funny (Chelle)

((She'd naturally be blonde like Chelle, but her hairs dyed))

[mihariori]

"What's your endgame here? Destroying everything?" Mello

                 Harm starters

"Not necessarily. It's one possible outcome but I'm just trying to make things a bit more interesting. The exact outcome doesn't really matter all that much,"

[saiintvalentiine]

do u guys have embarrassing nicknames for ur mutuals in ur head or is that just me

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

" Guess so! Don't think a lot of gangs can claim they've got complete ownership of two whole cities. " And hopefully more in the future. " Maybe we should all take a vacation together sometime. Two weeks off somewhere nice. Cross my finger I won't use it as another excuse t' do more scouting. " The claim is sincere despite his lax attitude. It would be nice just to unwind and not have to think about murdering folk for at least a little while.

Unfortunately that'd have to wait some time. The comeback tour's just about to begin.

" I think I'm gonna have to start really considering who I'll place in charge of our turf once things are secured. As much as I would love to, I can't be in several places at the same time. Shit, going back and forth as often as I already do is a fuckin' pain in the ass. Guess that comes with the job. " He shrugs. " I don't know, Shaundi. I wanna have faith that there's folk out there I can trust to keep things on track. But like, who the hell's responsible enough t' run their own sect, let alone manage an entire city? "

"I'm sure it isn't." When they had their scare with Johnny, taking it easy had been the last thing on her mind. Before then, she was just a fun-loving girl who wanted nothing more than to take it easy. "But you've done so much."

"If you need some tips on relaxing, you can always ask me." She did her best to play along with his light mood, smiling softly as she took another drink, but it was hard knowing he was pulling so much weight.

"You're interesting, for sure." She wouldn't say shitty, though. Everything he'd done had worked out pretty well in the end, even if they did suffer their losses. In the end, the Saints always came out on top, regardless of those bumps. "Whatever you're doing seems to be working pretty well to me."

[milo-the-mage]

fanart for chapter 7 of @saiintofdiirt’s fic, all those in the know

hey, saiint, hey. do you think falling into the chunk ban felt like flying, even just a little? do you think wifies started humming, like parrot had gotten him used to doing, even though he couldn’t hear himself?

do you think when the world refused to whimper, he sang?

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

tumblr kww fandom was formed seperately from most other social media corners of the fandom. and that leads to silly things like the commonly used name "kww collab" and kenfies vs kenifies. and probably more. cedar if theres any more im forgetting that u know of say them pls

(in response to this confession)

[mellohiizz]

mello im in love w ur fem wifies how many millions of dollars do i have to pay to marry her

i can officiate your marriage for you, saiint.

[bluejackals]

ken beats parrot up part 3/3

summary: last part of the ken beating parrot up thing I wrote for fun (part 1 | part 2) after @saiintofdiirt wrote a possible parrot-finding-out-about-clonefies thing ahaha

notes: headcanons my beloved

word count: 1000 new words

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“What the fuck just happened?” Ken bites out, as he also bites into a golden apple. “What did you do?”

Parrot doesn’t respond, just stares with eyes that Ken realizes are unnaturally bright. Like he’s searching for something. Whatever it is, though, he doesn’t find it. It seems to relieve him. 

“Halfway through, when you put your hand on my neck the first time, I thought you were gonna pop the totem. But then something changed.” Parrot stares again—not at Ken’s eyes, but somewhere a bit lower on their face. 

At the place on their nose where the Omz mask would’ve touched. Exactly there. And when Parrot does look them in the eyes again, his eyes trace out the line of the mask. 

Ken’s skin prickles and her ears flatten. “What the hell are you on about?”

Metal collides as Parrot re-equips his armor. Ken hisses, sword materializing in her hand. Parrot shakes his head, holding up empty hands.  

“Your behavior started…changing at that point, but since I don’t know you that well, I thought it might be normal. So I let you poison me.”

Ken does remember poisoning Parrot and prolonging the pain with regeneration. But the memory of it isn’t how he thought it was. His blood doesn’t pound the same way he remembered it pounding. 

Pieces speed around in Ken’s head, and none of them promise to form a good picture. 

“Then you went for my wings.” Parrot doesn’t sound mad, which just makes everything even weirder. “From how disgusted you were that I thought you might cut them off, I thought you wouldn’t go for them like that. And especially not while…smiling.”

A chill in Ken’s bones. She doesn’t remember smiling. 

“I tried shaking you out of whatever trance you were in with just pain,” Parrot says. “And you responded, but I could just…tell. Whatever was wrong was still there.”

It couldn’t be. (It could be.) The mask had passed onto Wato.(And who’s to say it doesn’t leave…traces?)

“So what the hell did you do to me then?” What was that feeling of burning from the inside?

“This is—please keep this a secret,” Parrot says. At Ken’s thunderous look, he adds— “but not from Wifies! Wifies knows.”

Ken will be testing that later. For now, she dips her head. “Okay. Now tell me.”

“I—you felt like you were burning up from the inside, right?” Parrot asks. 

Ken nods. He’s starting to suspect things. 

“That…kinda did happen,” Parrot says. “I mean, not literally! But it was literal.” He groans. “This is so annoying. I mean, I did use fire, but it wasn’t the same fire you cook food over. It was purifying fire.”

“Like a phoenix.” Holy shit, like a phoenix. “Are you a—“

“I don’t know,” Parrot says, and isn’t that the weirdest fucking answer? How are you not sure? “But I can use purifying fire. It just went through you to look for anything that was hurting you, to destroy it. Anything out of place that…wasn’t you.”

“And you found something.” Ken’s voice is flat. Could Parrot know about—

“It felt like a parasite. Like it attached to your head and mind and took over you, but subtly. Whatever it was wasn’t working at full power.”

He knows. Ken’s sword swings out, pointing directly at Parrot’s heart. “You’ll keep this a secret.” 

“Of course,” Parrot says. “Does Wifies—”

“Yes.” 

Parrot nods. “Of course. Do you…do you feel better now?”

“About what? I’m still mad at you.” Maybe a little less.

“Yeah, that makes sense. I mean, your senses are sharper now, right? No more…sadistic urges?”

Ken goes through his memories of hurting Parrot again. The more they look, the worse it gets. There’s a clear dissonance between what they know they felt in the moment and how they feel now, and it’s not because they suddenly want to be best friends with Parrot. And there are things they can’t remember—like what Parrot was doing while Ken broke his wings. There’s nothing that Ken’s senses perceived except for the heady rush of power that came with the sound of the bones breaking.

But no, the rush is gone now, with not even an ember left. Ken can smell, hear, see, touch, taste. He’s Ken. 

“All of my current sadistic urges are my own, thank you,” Ken says. 

Parrot cracks a smile. “Good to hear.” 

“Are you sure you’re not a maso—”

Parrot’s comm pings, interrupting her question as Parrot goes to open it.

“Oh, it’s Wifies,” Parrot says. The amount of warmth in his voice makes Ken want to projectile vomit. 

“What did he say?”

Parrot raises an eyebrow at Ken for the nosiness, but reads Wifies’s message out loud. “Thanks for pointing me towards that arg! It was really cool and I’m going to keep looking into it.”

Ken snorts. “Oh, so you were the one who gave him that. That explains the convenience of him being gone right now. Didn’t want him to know about this?”

“Would you want him to know?” 

Ken is silent at that. It makes Parrot huff in clear amusement. “Yeah, I thought so.” 

Then Ken’s comm pings—with a message from Wifies. Ken opens the chat with extremely practiced motions. 

[Wifies]: you said you wanted to eat lunch together today? it’s fine if something came up but if not do you still want to meet on your server in fifteen minutes

Parrot, wisely, does not ask what Wifies said. 

Ken hastily sends out a response. She would never miss lunch plans with Wifies. If she ever does, she’ll feed herself to a hopper.

[_Kenadian_]: we’re still on! see you there

[_Kenadian_]: if I miss a planned lunch with you it’s because I’m dead

They tuck their comm away and get up to stretch. Parrot’s eyes track the motions. Ken yawns just to flash their teeth. 

“Alright, I have places to be and pleasant people to talk to.” 

His hand stops on the button to open the door. It makes him want to break out in hives, but he has to say something. Despite it all, he is grateful. “Thanks for breaking me out of the trance. Okay, bye.” 

He can sense a migraine just waiting to spring into existence if he thinks too much about the labyrinth of mysteries that seems to be developing around Parrot, or about the implications of what Parrot did, so he shoves it all aside to be giddy about seeing Wifies. 

Ken can think about it later. For now, she just wants to be satisfied that someone paid some of his dues and she can go poke Wifies into talking about the arg while they eat. 

[catholicsaintquotes33ad]

[riftedrivers]

If im in ur notifications like everytime you post it means ive found a new person to (stalk) talk to and enjoy their posts

[bcdwclves]

With her reticent approval, he lets go of her chin and mutters a soft, "Good girl," before beginning to clean, disinfect, and bandage up her wounds. You would be hard-pressed to find anyone as efficient as he was, since he, himself, was a master of cleaning up impossible wounds. He's been victim to such wounds and had made quite a mess.

That carpet in their shared bathroom used to be a different color, but now it's an imperceptible dark, wine-red color.

He made short work of dressing her wounds, and despite her quiet pleas that it would be gone by the morning, he did not heed her words. Better to sleep peacefully through the night, rather than suffering through it by sheer exhaustion. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He questions, quietly and smugly, as he was wont to do.

"Now, tha' couch is no place ta' sleep, so hold steady, please." And without waiting for her approval or a sign of acceptance, he scoops her up into his arms, princess-style, and carries her to her room. It was only a short walk away, but it was the least he could do for being so "annoying".

"Ya' either knock righ' out, or ya' drift ta' sleep. Either way, rest, darlin'."

from here. || @saiinted

It was enough of a pain in the ass to get her dragged back into their shared living space, even more so when she struggled, albeit weakly, to escape from his grasp. Not like she ever could if she seriously attempted it, she had lost enough blood as it is and could barely fend off anyone stronger than a newborn puppy.

He sighs, kicking the door behind them close as one arm is hooped beneath hers and stretches across her back, holding her close as he takes to dragging her to the couch. If anything, it'd be more of a pain to get the sheets and couch cleaned than to get her cleaned up, but by god, he was going to do it. "Yes, but you have an infuriating habit of almost dying every night for me to become concerned." Admittedly, while he was away for those other times she almost died, this was the one where he was actually here for it.

Once she was seated, however, and she began to tell him what to do, instead of allowing him to help, a hand grasps her chin and very gently forces her gaze to meet his, "Sit still, and let me patch you up." It was a gentle chiding, but he demanded it in the way his silver eyes gazed into hers.

[zainab123]

Innovation is a natural process, a basic principle of life and the essence of the soul. Modernity encourages people in every era to develop new ways and means to make their lives easier and better.

[mihariori]

[ knowing ] sender has been holding receiver's hand all this time without realizing it and hurries to let go (Rose)

                 PROMPTS FOR THE ROMANCE OF HANDS & TOUCH

A tour of the neighborhood, tokyo was a large city and there was plenty to look around in each of it's sections. He grew up in ikebukero and worked around shinjuku long enough to be plenty familiar with both neighborhoods, then on top of that his work did end up taking him across the city. That was part of why he kept people around to run errands for him.

Including the girl along with him today though this was more of a favor this time around. It wasn't a surprise she hadn't had a chance to look around much and if she was going to be running around for him she should at least know the area. A particularly crowded area was what initiated the touch. It was easy to assume you'd lose another person in the sea of other people.

When they had moved through and things died down was where it stopped, suddenly as she hadn't seemed to realize how long it had been happening. Better for him, he was getting a bit tired of it.

"How about we stop somewhere to eat?"

[saiintvalentiine]

thinking abt parrot being good at dancing (birds dance for a lot of things, it's very instinctual) and wifies who never really danced before and parrot teaching him and wifies learning the nuances of how parrot dances for different things

[lured-into-wonderland]

“Don’t you think I have thought about it all the time!? Don’t you think it feels bad not knowing that? Don’t you think I have been asking these questions constantly and yet no reply was ever given to me…?” – Nunnally's voice was a mixture of sadness and hesitation. She still felt the cold blade on her skin. It was still frightening, but Nunnally was slowly adjusting.

“Well, then definitely you are not looking for me. I am one of the kind…” – she whispered – “The sad effect of some wicked experiments…a vessel for an unknown…”

“I have never met anyone even similar to me. I was told there is no-one like me…”

“I am sorry you suffered…” – Nunnally could related. Her life was adorned with suffering even if she was pretty good at pretending it was not.   

That certainly didn't help her, but the fear radiating from the girl told Chelle she was at least trying to tell the truth. "Fuck." She hissed, mostly to herself, as she lowered the knife just a bit. "Well think about it. What could you be?"

Vampires was certainly an interesting answer, but nowhere near what she was looking for. If no one knew what she was, she could become a great threat later on.

"It's not about right or wrong." She spoke flatly. "It's much simpler than that. It's revenge. It doesn't matter what you did or didn't do. It's about me, and my suffering because of your kind." Or, what she presumed the girl was.