#thaaank you for sending!!

[fighterbound]

🛁 from sakura to naruto!!!

He reaches to stop her.

"Don't waste your chakra on me." Glancing toward the table, Naruto jerks his chin toward the bandage roll he'd been planning to use.

"Just wrap it," he mutters, "Kurama will fix me up once he stops throwing a hissy fit." He ignores the muttered insult from the fox, keeping his eyes on Sakura. To make sure she doesn't use her energy on him. She should save it. His gaze drops to the floor once once the bandage touches his hand.

Ignoring the probing he feels from her eyes and hands, he resolves to stay quiet. Any energy to put up his usual cheer is empty. After this he wants bathe and sleep. Hopefully whatever the fuck went wrong during their fight earlier will sort itself out. Sakura and himself have always been able to manage great teamwork, but today simply felt off. The usual rhythm between them felt strained. Taunt, like a string stretched too far. In the midst of battle it snapped, and severed their synergy. They fell like puppets without strings. They managed to win in the end, but not without injuries that shouldn't have happened.

The smart decision would be to talk about what happened, but that means admitting something is potentially wrong. He doesn't have the mind to deal with that, he just wants this weirdness to go away. Roll off his shoulders and disappear. That's why he's gunna use the excuse of bathing to run.

"Mind if I clean up first?"

Send 🛁to help my muse clean blood / grime off up after a fight / injury / etc ! / @fightaers

[novelconcepts]

carve your name on arrival (don’t pass go)

Play like a team in life.

Haunt like a team in death.

(A prompt fill for Tumblr user @owltrifecta based on a novelconcepts theory post.)

T, 2375 words

It’s been happening so long, it doesn’t even strike Shauna to talk about it. It’s been happening so long, it becomes as natural as the next breath

[immobiliter]

@basbousah sent: “My my my, what on earth does one give to the captain who has it all? I wonder...” Ningguang proposes, tapping her cigarette (she was in a rush today, clearly…) into the nearby ash tray. (ning to beidou, about her birthday 🤭)

       Arms folded, Beidou arched a brow at Ningguang, sat at her desk. So she remembered, meaning that this wasn't strictly a professional summons from Liyue's Tianquan. “ Until I wind up with my own Jade Chamber, I wouldn't be so quick to say I had it all. ” Not that she would have enjoyed such luxurious trappings, of course. No, she'd take the wide, open expanse of the ocean any day of the week. “ Besides, don't you and the Ministry have me on file? There must be some information in there you could use if you don't trust your own judgement of my personal tastes well enough. ”

[ahogedetective]

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ - from rantaro!

{ Dialogue Prompts }

"Urk...." Leave it to Rantaro to read this boy like a book... Shuichi was hoping it wasn't that obvious. He knew that Rantaro was going to be heading out of the country soon. While he was originally here to wish him a safe trip, and luck on finding his sister... a part of him did want to come with him. He knows that Rantaro initially didn't want to "drag" Shuichi with him the first time he learned about his missing sister, but he still wanted to be of as much help to Rantaro as he could. Not just as a detective, but as Shuichi himself, his friend...

But he was still nervous about asking, and was going to decide against it at the end, until Rantaro said that. Even if he tries to insist it's nothing, he'll obviously know that's not true. "I....well..." He nervously looks down at his feet. "I... didn't want to ask at first, because I know it will be so sudden, and you will probably say no, but: this trip you're going on...let me come with you? You don't have to worry about if I'll be busy with anything. I actually haven't had any cases for a while, now, so I have plenty of free time. Searching an entire country by yourself for your sister... I can't imagine how hard that would be. There's only so much I can do from here, but...maybe coming with you, I can be of more help. I... understand it's not that easy for you to want to ask for help, but: let me come with you...as your...friend, i want to do this."

[ahogechef]

👪 !!!!! gimme da deets......... just in case chihiro or ayumi happen to meet her parents >:3c

{ Talking About The Family!!! }

"Mom is the sweetest woman I know! Her and dad were like my main teachers in teaching me how to cook. She also taught me a lot of recipes from her homeland, France! And how to grow vegetables and fruits, too!! It's why we always have the freshest ingredients to use for our restaurants dishes, hehehe."

"When Dad is away from the restaurant to take care of errands, she's basically the boss. Everyone there loves her, because she's always so kind and takes care of the staff and customers. And whenever I'm really stressed or anxious, she can always tell, even if I think I'm doing really good in not showing it. She always knows just what to say to help calm me down and cheer me up...she seriously is the best. I love my mom so much!"

"Dad is my other hero, too! Hehehe, everyone says I'm basically like a 'mini him' because we're both the stubborn hot-heads who won't let anyone hold us down! He's the big boss of Akamatsu Sushi! He can be strict and not afraid to give you a good scolding if he thinks you're slacking off, but honestly, the tough love helps a lot, sometimes: it's why I always want to make him proud!! He's the one who practically taught me to always put passion into any dish you make, so that you can make the customers or anyone who eats it, happy, and be able to feel that passion and love you put into it, too. But deep down, Dad is really kind with a big heart! Everyone loves him, too. He won't ever allow you to doubt yourself or give up, and whenever we're getting stressed out at the restaurant, he tells us to just calm down and remember that we got this. It's why I want to be just like him if I ever own my own restaurant in the future: a dependable boss that my staff can count on!"

"...Ah, and sorry to advance to anyone I'm dating about him. He's kiiinda one of those dads that's pretty protective of me, and wants to make sure he can 'trust' who is dating his precious little daughter. He's so embarrassing, sometimes, that old man, but I swear once he approves of you, he'll like ya. Hahaha..."

[detectivelokis]

🌺💜 SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 💜🌺 (--direwombat)

[lives-in-midgard]

Hello, my dear! :) I may also request a Bucky Barnes Imagine where maybe he’s your Ex (breaking up cause of he doesnt want to get you in danger cause of the avengers) but he is lost without you and totally changed in the bad way, but you feel the same.. then one night he wants to leave the Avengers behind but Steves get you there and you convince him to stay while hes already on his bike.. then you talk, decide to give your love another chance and end up cuddling or more (in case you're comfortable with smut, if not then it's fine as well) THAAANK YOU DOLL ❤️

I Still Love you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Four months have passed since your breakup with Bucky when you suddenly get a call from Steve.

Word Count: 1580

A/N: Thank you so much honey for sending in that request! 💞At first I wasn't sure if I can write it but then when I started writing it I couldn't stop because I loved the idea. Because I don't write smut I ended it with cuddles, which I thought was also a good ending. I really hope you and everyone else like how this turned out!

Masterlist

It’s been four months since Bucky broke up with you. You can remember it all too well when he stood in your doorway and said he is breaking up with you. You were so happy on that day when he texted you that he will come over. You prepared everything for a movie night and for dinner you even bought a vinyl with music from the 40s as a surprise for him. But when he came over that night you never got to do any of the things you were looking forward to.

Four months ago:

You just placed the new vinyl you got as a surprise beside the record player when you heard a knock on your apartment door. You were so excited to see Bucky especially because it’s been a few days since you had last seen him. You walked to the door with a big smile on your face but when you opened the door you immediately knew that something was wrong. Bucky didn’t smile like he always did, he didn’t even greet you with a soft kiss.

“Hey, doll.” He said and tried to give you a smile.

“Hey, what’s wrong Buck?” You asked and tried to reach for his hand, but he pulled it away and shook his head.

“Buck, what?” Now you were confused.

“Did something happen?” You asked and you saw a sad look in his eyes. Bucky looked like he didn’t sleep since a few days. Did he have nightmares again, was the first thought that crossed your mind. Bucky looked at the ground and you gave him the time he needed to sort his thoughts. Even though you were freaking out inside. When he looked into your eyes, he looked so sad and hurt. You have never seen him like this before.

“We need to break up, doll.” He finally said what was bothering him and you couldn’t believe what he just said.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, doll you didn’t but it’s for the best.” Bucky said without hesitation.

“Bucky please don’t do this I love you. You know this right?” You said and a tear escaped your eyes.

“I know doll and I love you too but-.” Bucky wanted to say more but you interrupted him.

“Then don’t break up whatever happend we can get through this together.” You hoped he would stay and tell you what happened, but he insisted he wanted to break up.

“I’m going to leave now and please don’t come to the compound or try to call me okay.” Bucky said and made a few steps to the door. His metal hand rested on the doorknob, he took a deep breath and then opened the door. Before he walked out you reached for his hand.

“Why?” Was everything you could say.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Bucky said without looking at you, walked out the door and closed it behind him.

“But you just hurt me!” You screamed as tears streamed down your face. You locked the door and sat down on the floor with your back to the door. It felt like sitting there and crying for hours. At some point you had the courage to get up and when you saw everything you had prepared, you quickly put everything away and started crying again.

In the next few days and weeks, you were no longer the same as you were with Bucky. You called at work and told them you were sick and stayed in bed all day. You watched your favorite show, but not the one you started to watch with Bucky, that would only make you sadder. After a few days, you decided to go back to work. As you were about to change into some clothes, you saw some of Bucky’s hoodies and other things and put them in a box. You packed everything you could find of him into a box and decided to send it to him. You couldn’t go back to the store and bring the vinyl back, so you just put it on a shelf. You worked more shifts at work and even went to a gym to avoid thinking about Bucky too much. You felt so lonely without Bucky and missed him so much.

Bucky thought it would be the best to break up, but he felt so lost without you. He was so afraid that you would get hurt because he is an Avenger and that some bad guys would try to find you, so he thought it would be the best to break up. But he didn’t think about what it would mean for his and your life. Bucky changed; he didn’t really talk with the other avengers anymore only with Steve. Most nights he would just sit in his bed in his room, hoping that you were safe and well. He became more and more withdrawn from the others and one day Bucky decided that he wanted to go away from the Avengers.

That was also the day you got a call from Steve. You were surprised to see his name on your phone.

“Did something happen to Bucky?” Was the first thing you said when you answered the call.

“Hey, y/n. No, he is okay, but he wants to leave the Avengers. Tonight.” Steve told you and you were shocked to hear that.

“What happened?”

“Bucky changed so much since he broke up with you. He misses you so much y/n.” Steve said, and you couldn’t believe what you had just heard.

“He thinks he shouldn’t be an Avenger and that he is not good enough after everything HYDRA did to him.”

“That’s not true.”

“I know, but he doesn’t know that anymore. When Bucky was with you, he was so happy. He hasn’t been this happy since the 40s. I think you’re the only person who could make him stay. You need to come here.”

“Steve, I still love him.” You confessed.

“I know, that’s why I called you.”

“I’m coming to the compound, please try to make him stay until I’m there.”

“Drive safe.” Steve said before you hung up. While you drove, you didn’t care about the speed limits, you just needed to get to Bucky as quickly as possible. When the compound was to see, you saw Bucky getting on his bike and Steve standing next to him. You opened the door of your car and walked over to Bucky. He turned around when he heard you.

“Doll, what are you doing here?” Hearing that pet name after so long made your heartbeat faster.

“Bucky please don’t go. I…I still love you and I miss you so much.” You walked closer to him and noticed Steve turning around and walking back into the compound.

“Doll, I love you too, but I don’t want you to get hurt for going out with me.” Bucky said and stood up from his bike.

“Oh, Buck. That’s what you are worried about?” You said and he nodded.

“I don’t care that anything could happen to me, and do you want to know why?” You asked and Bucky nodded again.

“Because I know that you will keep me safe no matter what. You and the other Avengers. And maybe you and the others could train me, so I could keep myself safe until you are there to safe me.” You said and placed your hand on his cheek.

“Doll, I …I don’t know what to say.”

“Let’s try it again and give our love another chance.” You said and Bucky smiled a little but was still worried. There was silence between the two of you until Bucky finally decided what to say.

“Okay, doll. Let’s give our love another chance.” When he said that a tear escaped your eyes, he pulled it away with his thumb and pressed a soft kiss to the spot where your tear was.

“But later we have to talk about why you wanted to leave the Avengers, okay?” Bucky nodded and you took his hand.

“But for now, let’s go in first, before one of us catches a cold.”

“You’re talking about yourself, right?” Bucky asked with a chuckle.

“I’m the only one who can catch a cold here or has something changed Mr. Super Soldier?” You joked and Bucky chuckled. This is what you missed. Hearing Bucky laugh and seeing his beautiful smile. You and Bucky walked inside holding hands. You went straight to his room, and he opened the door for you. After opening the door, he turned around and looked at you. You smiled at him, and he finally kissed you. After you pulled away, you both smiled at each other.

“Can we cuddle?” Bucky asked and you nodded with a big smile on your face. You went to bed and laid down. When you felt Bucky’s arm wrap around you, you finally felt like you weren’t alone anymore.

“I missed you so much, doll.” Bucky said and pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“I missed you too.” You smiled and were so happy to have Bucky back. You decided to have a talk with him later about why he wanted to leave the Avengers. And that you want to do everything you had planned the day he broke up with you. You want Bucky to feel loved and be there for him when he feels like he doesn’t belong here.

Taglist:

@marvelogic | @eviebuggg | @buckys-wintersoldier | @nicoline1998enilocin | @kandis-mom | @sergeantbarnessdoll |

[fighterbound]

❛ why did you help me? ❜ / @ hinata !!

Frozen by the question, Hinata's gaze grow wide as her bottom lip begins to quiver. Suddenly there's a heavy pit in her stomach and her heart is racing. W-why did she help? Did she...assume wrong? The other woman look--- oh goodness. She must have assumed wrong!

"I-I de...dee...deeply apologize," she begins, her sudden flare of anxiety fishing out all her old habits. Wringing her fingers together, she takes a bow before the blond woman.

"Please...e-e-excuse my incorrect assumption. I-I thought you ne...needed help," she rushes out, doing her best to explain herself.

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 / @duskichor

[silluuuu]

Keep you safe and keep you dreaming

hi friends! wrote a quick lil sickfic for ficwip's 1000-word challenge (write a fic with exactly 1000 words) that doubles as a gift to my no-longer-sick friend @anxietybard!! thank u to @toweroftunes for the beta!! pls give it a read under the cut or on AO3 <3

She hates when he’s sick, and he can’t help feeling guilty about it.

Soul tosses another tissue into the trash-can heap, watching as it tumbles down the mound of bunched-up microbes and nestles itself against the rim. He lets out a sigh that is noisier than usual, mucus corroding the sides of the exhaust pipe that is his throat.

He understands the root of her discomfort, of course. It’s not so much the present cough and sniffles as it is the memories it brings back. It’s the past that eats at her soul, for lack of a better word. Because when he’s sick, she makes herself sick with her own consumption, her own acidic bile of regrets. He knows what she sees, when he’s lying in his own bed in the apartment: the Soul of ten years prior, bedridden and feverish in an infirmary cot, looking like the first cut into an ultra-rare steak.

He tries to remember this, to empathize with this, when she’s being the way she is now, three hours deep into a WebMD rabbit hole and shoving both remedies and conspiracies in his face.

“An orange is a perfectly reasonable thing to eat when you’re sick!” she’s saying from the foot of his bed, holding a plate with a full-on pyramid of them balanced in her left hand, the other hand defensive on her hip.

“S’not the idea of oranges that’s unreasonable, it’s the fact that you’re giving me twelve ,” he grits out. He wants to lie back dramatically, but he’s too clogged up to do so. 

Many moons ago, he would’ve thought of the orange onslaught as a thinly-veiled attempt to keep Blair out of his room, having heard way too many warnings and factoids about cats and their aversions to citrus over the years. As if on cue, Blair yells out a grateful “Thaaank you~!” from the living room, her keen nose having registered the oranges’ absence.

Years prior, Blair would have been way too happy to ‘play nurse’ for him in his vulnerable state - something that had always irked Maka, obviously. To be fair, he sort of feels like having someone lie in bed with him might be pretty helpful for his recuperations, though he has a strong first choice for this assignment, and it certainly has never been Blair.

“Twelve oranges might be good for you!” Maka insists, pinking in the cheeks at his mental suggestions. Their link is always more open when he’s sick; it takes too much effort to keep his walls up that he doesn’t want to expend, and all she usually hears is vague sniffling and doom-and-glooming, so. “Besides,” she adds, suddenly serious. “Scurvy’s making a comeback.”

“You think I have scurvy? ”

“I’m just saying that an orange or twelve couldn’t hurt!” she exclaims, moving to place the plate on his bedside table. He snatches his phone off its charger just in time to avoid death by Annoying Orange, and makes good use of it to pull up the symptoms for scurvy.

As he scrolls, he starts to grin. “Hah. Maybe I caught it from you.” At her curious glance, he adds: “Apparently one of the main symptoms of scurvy is being chronically irritable.”

She huffs, rolling her eyes at him as she exits. Guilt renewed, he sends out an apology on the airwaves, one that she meets with a brush of mental fingers.

M’not going anywhere, okay? he thinks, sending the words through the gap in the door, a love letter. Promise.

There’s a sound like a sigh in her soul, followed by a montage of emotions. An old, deep, burning fear. An undying flame, smothered by time, suddenly reborn. And then - relief. Comfort. And then… guilt of her own, for being the one who needs the comfort.

Go sleep s’more , she thinks back, voice growing weaker as she heads deeper into the house. I’ll be here when you wake up.

The reciprocal I promise that she tacks on is a mere whisper of a thought, but he hears it nonetheless. It’s an effective anesthetic, lulling him into a nap.

He dreams of orange peels and dark cathedrals, the old ache across his ribs tugging at something still-unhealed in his psyche.

When he awakes, it’s to a new smell - a bowl of chicken soup, steam rising and catching the late afternoon sunlight through his window. Next to it, a cascade of saltine crackers arcs along the accompanying plate. A mug of tea sits at its side, steaming slightly as well. The oranges are still there, moved slightly back. She’s left him a tiny space on the table for his phone to sit, which he sheepishly plugs in.

He reaches out for the soup and takes a sip, the ache in his chest slightly soothed. He smiles a little, savoring it, taking in the quiet of the room, the way the steam clears his head, opens his sinuses.

Once he’s almost done, the door clicks open - she’d felt him wake up, of course.

“Is it okay?” she asks.

“S’delicious,” he says, clearing his throat a little.

“Good,” she says, business-like, taking the empty bowl and placing it on the table. And then, slightly less businesslike: “Can I come in?”

He looks up at her, gaze soft as he takes in her embarrassment, as if they haven’t been doing this for years. “Duh.”

She lifts the comforter and clambers in, getting settled and resting her head on his chest.

“You sure you wanna stay?” he asks after a few minutes, poking at her shoulder. “Might get sick.” “S’worth it,” she mutters, ducking her head. “Besides. I’ve had plenty of vitamin C.”

“You sure?” he asks. “Got some oranges I could lend you.”

She scoffs in response, squeezing at his side. 

For the rest of the afternoon, they lie wrapped in each other, comforted by the fact that, amidst the steam and the scent of oranges and the promise of not going anywhere - that suddenly, it’s slightly easier to breathe.

[maybe-a-dinosaur]

matsukawa uses cheap basic black pens. the ones that you always have to test before using and sometimes leave little gaps when writing but they’re smooth and easy so that’s all that really matters makki says “they match ur personality” mtsk drawls “thaaanks”. he keeps them in his front pockets and they break all the time and leak out so almost all of his pants have ink stains on the front somewhere but at this point he’s accepted it as part of his aesthetic. bc of this he doesn’t Always have a pen he can use so his backup is basic wooden pencils he finds on the ground or left on a desk somewhere almost always sharpened down super small with no eraser left so his paper are always covered with scribbles and scratched out kanji mistakes are never erased.

hanamaki primarily uses basic mechanical pencils. he likes the sharper point so he can fit more scribbles in the margins and he buys the cheapest ones he can find and claims they’re “more cost efficient” bc you can just refill the led but he always loses them before they need more. he just throws them in his bag or leaves them in books when he shuts them or tucks them behind his ear or slides them into the spiral of his notebooks wherever he puts them they’re not secure. he also has a habit of pushing the led out a little too far and breaking off chunks with his finger or on his paper whenever he starts writing then he flicks said broken pieces off his desk at unsuspecting victims (and issei). he steals cute little puzzle erasers from his sister but always loses pieces so they never go back together all the way and he doesn’t really use them to erase bc they always smudge the paper really bad he just thinks they’re fun and teachers frown upon them so it’s a win-win

iwaizumi uses exclusively basic wooden pencils. they come in big packs they have good erasers they last for a long time and they’re strong enough to withstand how hard he presses into the paper. also they’re easy enough to break for dramatic effect (he’d never admit this one). hajime NEVER experiences pencil sharpener anxiety he gets up he sharpens he sits back down. no hesitation whatsoever. plus if he’s mad he just goes up and sharpenssharpensssharpsens until his pencil is a nub but whatever he feels better now. oikawa calls him “boring” and “lame” he breaks pencils shreds them up and leaves the shards in oikawa’s bag. tooru bitches about it later he truly has “No Idea where these Splinters are coming from they’re ruining my nails!!!” iwa (smug) doesn’t plan to tell him any time soon.

oikawa uses Nice pens to take notes and fancy mechanical pencils to do work that might need erasing. he doesn’t bother with fun colors or anything just basic black but they’re expensive and write really nicely and he has highlighters for organization. he keeps them all in a little pouch with a keychain iwa gave him when they were kids attached to the zipper very cute very sweet hajime (pretends) not to notice. his work is always neat and deliberate but not obsessively so like it’s obvious he cares about school but isn’t passionate about it. there are often little scribbles off to the side that he shows to people bc he is above passing notes and talking in class but sometimes a man’s just gotta share his thoughts!!! but yeah fancy writing stuff his sister sends them in from the big city he gets them as gifts etc etc

[stovetoast]

oh btw since im 18 now i should probably bring up:

nsfw content or discussions regarding my ocs/creations is strictly forbidden unless we are extremely close. even then explicit permission is needed before creating or sending anything. even if i happen to end up drawing some (which isnt likely right now) that does not give anyone else automatic permission to start making anything. thaaank you🎉

[ahogedetective]

[ DODGE ]: sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack. (BUT FROM IAKO I JUST WOKD UP)

{ Reasons To Tackle! }

( DFKNFKDJ GOTCHA, I'LL STILL TAG HER BLOG TOO, HEHE: @dcgfight !!!)

Usually, when there was some really annoying, wannabe tough guy trying to harass him or Iako, Shuichi would try to de-escalate the situation and get them out of there, even if knowing his girlfriend could easily beat the hell out of them: but most of the time, it wouldn't even be worth that trouble. But this guy was especially stubborn, and would not leave them alone. To the point that Shuichi outright shouted at him to go away and leave them alone.

This angered the dude even more, who began balling up his fist. 'What did you say, you little...?!' And this guy was huge: a punch from him, would definitely hurt. So when he began charging at him-

"?!" His eyes widen, bracing himself for the hit; that is, until Iako tackled him down to the ground just in time to avoid the attack. "Ah...!" This makes the guy click his tongue in annoyance, teasing that he needed his girlfriend to save him before he decided it wasn't even worth trying to hurt him, again, and starts walking off. Ignoring his comment, Shuichi gazes up at her. "Y... You saved me... Th-Thank you, Iako. I thought for sure he was going to..."

He releases an exhale he didn't even realize he was holding in. Then, he reaches a hand up to cup her cheek, smiling. "I'm glad you're okay, too. Thank you, again..."

[raccoonfallsharder]

Presumably Rocket has never used a medpak before Vol 3 which could be seen as a plothole but I think the better answer is that he never needed to, he's never been that close to death before, that's how badass he is

look I’ve put a LOT of thought into medpacks with no clear outcomes lol. thanks for sending this ask so i can finally sit down and process through all my too-many ideas about them lol (seriously! this was a great ask and a lot of fun to think about thaaank you)

short answer: i agree. my guy is a fuckin genius at evasion and survival. but... i also don’t know what our rate of comparison for medpack-usage is? i’m fairly certain we don’t see many (any?) medpacks before vol 3. for all we know, they get used pretty rarely in general. maybe almost none of the guardians have had to use one before, because they’re all survivors - the luckiest of the unlucky, or vice versa.

i say this because i suspect medpacks are intended to heal major, life-threatening, emergency trauma - not cuts and contusions, not things that aren't emergencies - and we actually haven’t seen the guardians in those situations tbh. until v3, they’ve come out of every fight with scrapes, or (relatively) minor injuries that can heal in time. plus, access to medpacks (especially while actively cavorting around the galaxy) may be limited, and if you have three medpacks on a ship with a five-person crew and won't be able to restock for at least another six missions, nobody wants to be the asshole who uses a medpack for bruised ribs when, two cycles later, you end up with three teammates who are bleeding out.

(as an aside: i think the only reason mantis uses the medpack in v3 on herself is because in this particular scenario, a busted-up noodle-arm is an emergency. they are in the middle of an unexpected attack on their home turf and they don’t know why, rocket’s almost dead, and mantis needs to be able to perform at her best to protect herself, her friends, and the people of knowhere. i suspect a painful case of the noodle-arm gets in the way of peak performance.)

this all leads me to add that i think crewmates want to avoid using medpacks for more delicate injuries even if they are readily-accessible. like, if drax cuts his hand off while trying to juggle his daggers, the medpack would heal his stump - but doc glirgoth on the next planet over might be able to reattach it with 98% return on strength and sensation within two cycles, as long as the guardians can get drax to him in the next rotation or so.

now. i also think rocket has probably sustained some emergency life-threatening injuries before, especially when he was newly-escaped from halfworld. however, i think he learned how to do almost all his own first aid thanks to his years alone and his brilliant mind, even if a lot of his efforts are clumsier than a trained healer might be able to provide. like, you know at some point, this guy got sliced up or shot at pretty bad, and he probably could have used a medpack but didn’t have access to one. rocket for sure has ended up passing out while stitching himself up, at least once. even when he does have access to healers, he's not gonna use 'em - not only because he refuses to set foot in medical centers (ttttrauma), but also because he has so many unique things going on in his body that he’s had to figure most of it out on his own. like. there isn’t a single medical holotext in the galaxy that can comprehensively cover his physiology. a healer would need at least a grasp of basic mammal biology and medicine (even this can be hyper-complicated) and probably a few different types of engineering as well. so no to the healers and med-centers: not only does rocket not trust strangers with his body, but they also couldn’t possibly be expected to know what they were doing.

finally, i also think it’s possible that he has used a medpack before in emergency situations for non-vital, non-synthetic, non-trademarked organs. i kind of think a medpack on his crushed, biologically-given femur wouldn’t trigger his killswitch the same way a medpack on his heart, lungs, or brain would. i haven’t studied up on medpacks enough to REALLY know how they interact with rocket (if there's anything definitive out there), but i doubt all organs and structures are linked to the killswitch and if they haven't been tampered with too badly, the medpack may still work on them.

i mean, fundamentally, you’re right. it’s unlikely rocket has used a medpack before because he is that good, but they’re also complicated tech we don’t fully understand and i think that allows them to be less of a “plot hole” than others might think. or at least, they are plot holes so artistically constructed that i can justify them lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ♡♡♡

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[oracles-enclave]

Welcome to The Oracle’s Enclave!

Server info!

• 15+ only!

• Must be semi-lit at MINIMUM

• We love OCs! Feel free to add some!

•You will have to audition for a canon role!

Hey, I’m tricking you into reading my intro! Scroll down for taken characters, invite status, and ask box status!

I’m the one and only mod, Princey! I’m the Julian roleplayer for this server, and I’ll be running it near-constantly! Although I do have a life and occasionally touch grass. I am not a server mod, I am a lowly peasant, so any mod questions may take a minute as our server mods touch grass too!

NOW ONTO THE MAIN EVENT…

TAKEN CHARACTERS!

(last updated 11/2/24)

M6:

Julian Devorak- TAKEN (by yours truly!)

Lucio Morgasson- TAKEN

Portia Devorak- TAKEN

Nadia Satrinava- TAKEN

Muriel- OPEN!!!

Asra Alnazar- TAKEN

COURTIERS:

Valdemar- TAKEN

Volta- OPEN

Valerius- TAKEN

Vulgora- TAKEN

Vlastomil- TAKEN

FAMILIARS:

Malak- TAKEN

Chandra- TAKEN

Mercedes- TAKEN

All other familiars and any role that is not a main 6 or courtier that don’t see here are FREE FOR THE TAKING!

ASK STATUSES! If it says open, you can send an ask to that character in dms!

Nadia: OPEN Julian: OPEN Asra: OPEN Portia: OPEN Muriel: OPEN

Only expect swift replies from Julian, considering his writer runs this account! The rest must go through Discord first! Thaaanks

UH…. INVITES STILL BROKEN

To join, please dm this account or comment under any post requesting an invite with your Discord username! We are also on Disboard too! I just actually don’t know what the server mods want me to do with invites.

We’d love you have you join our server!

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Thaaank you, Rose! 💜

I adore this song. And the live studio session version is a real treat too:

I'm so happy I discovered these guys this year because I genuinely enjoy their sound. Just a very chill band to listen to.

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