#v; Undecided

[amyothername]

@chopperpirate: Understanding that today was a holiday celebrated by most humans, Chopper smiled wide. This was supposed to be in honor of showing love and affection, such things that Chopper was deprived of for almost his entire life. With that in mind, he rather naively assumed that most people were in holiday spirits similar to the way they would be for Christmas or birthdays. Approaching his hedgehog friend, the small reindeer held a gift-wrapped box of chocolates out toward her, his smile wide as his large, brown, baby-like eyes sparkled with excitement. "Happy Valentine's Day!" He cheered, hoping that his love-filled gift would be accepted. Hell, with the confidence and optimism he showed, it was almost like he already knew that she would accept it.

"Awe! For me?"

Pointing to herself, she smiled at the antlered fellow as he offered her a gift. Not really expecting to receive any chocolates from him but none the less appreciated his generosity. Gingerly, she took the wrapped box of chocolates from his hooves. She definitely would have to partake in these later on.

"Thank you so much, Chopper!" Amy wrapped her arms around him for a firm hug, holding him close to her as her tail wagged softly.

[speciesofhurt]

you and i know what happened .  or at least can guess

From @tcbefearless

*****

"But it's him." There was defeat in his voice. "When have we ever been able to guess what exactly goes on in his head?"

He glanced once at the door that stood ajar through which their mutual subject of concern had disappeared yet again. "Still, I suppose you understand him better than I do." Was that a tinge of hurt?

"What do you make of this?"

[outofthiisworld]

@grandgrief continued from here

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An ear piercing, glass shattering SHRIEK erupted from the depths of Ophelia as ectoplasmic static barrels out from the wound, chasing after the axe's blade from impact; just to barely tickle a spark at Nero's nose (and possibly, narrowly avoiding his eyebrows from getting a brand new, outer galactic fashion statement) before fizzling out into thin air.

Instead of blood and gore spewing from the gnarled gash, a bright neon light pours out from inside the wound to warp the flesh back in place, as if rewinding the injury.

"Oh, phew!" She sighed, relishing in the relief of that pesky axe no longer embedded in her spinal column. Ophelia straightened her back followed by a gruesome CRACK-POP-CRACK of her spine snapping back in place.

"Huh, would you look at that, I've been trying to get that knot out for ages." Anyone in their right mind shouldn't be impressed, but- "Thank you, Nero! I don't really care what everyone else says about you, you're pretty alright."

[strifeincarnate]

@kamchatkatraitor​ continued from here {x}

That playful smile twisted into a snarl, pearly white teeth bared as an inhuman sound erupted from Eris’ throat- not quite a roar, but something more than a growl.  As quickly as the blade had gone in, it was retracted, replaced in its sheathe at the woman’s hip.

“And I am coming for you next, Dimitri,” the voice that echoed from Eris’ throat taunted the ex-Soviet.  “That is, if you manage to survive.”  

The room felt like all the air had been sucked out, then Eris snapped back to reality, stumbling against Enzo.  Her hand landed on something warm. And wet. Oh fuck, it wasn’t a dream or a trick of Vecna’s.  She had stabbed him.

“No, nonononono.  Enzo, stay with me.” Her voice cracked as she crouched under the male’s arm to support his weight and bring him down to a seated position against the wall, using her free hand to put pressure on his side.

[iwritemilfs]

cont. from x eheheh

@onlydevilsleft

This had been one of those days where seemingly everything had gone wrong. Her most recent trade had gone awry, FEDRA had given her a hard time, the cherry on top was the fact that she'd rolled her ankle and the dull pain was gnawing at her patience.

And then there was Rip, smug as he was on that horse. But he was right, she didn't want to shoot him - not really. Just almost. "Great, so we'll fight." If only to release some of that pent up frustration.

[vxctorx]

A hollowed gasp broke from Richard’s throat, jolting him awake. Traces… ghosts of his night terror continues to plague the front of his mind. “Vic,” he whimpered, turning to the other in bed. “Vic can ye’ hold me?” he shivered, his voice as fragile as glass.

@richardxoliverxmayhew

Even in the midst of stirring himself awake, his limbs move seemingly of their accord until they enswathe his beloved's tremulous form, as though they have grown used to their nightly arrangement. His kind touch finds the crown of Richard's head, fingers brushing the tangled locks of hair from his clammy forehead. Moments are counted away in the rise and fall of their chests, as he listens to the tempo of the other’s breaths slowly returning to the realm of normalcy. ❝—Bad dreams again?❞ His sleep-ridden voice seeps through the somnolent silence of their bedroom, patient and undemanding.

[abetterwor1d]

“That was stupid.” { From Lilith }

First Impressions sentence starters / accepting

ㅤ" Listen, I don't pretend that I am smart, Miss, but unfortunately I am quite limited in my choices at the moment, " Arthur responds, peeking over the boulder that was shielding them both. "  It was either we cut through here and risk a gunfight, or we take the longer path, and I am afraid I just don't have time for that. "

[doodlemxsings]

A mission seemingly success with the data Shockwave's puppet had collected, but at the cost of one arm, dangling with loose wiring that mimicked like puppet strings.

These skinny legs weren't made for walking-- rocky cliffs.

"𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝙺𝚗𝚘���𝚔𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍."

The medic wasn't entirely paying attention to his surroundings, more focused on the datapad he was reading, when the other mech announced they needed aid. Knockout jumped and whipped around, plating flared for a moment before he relaxed. "You're knocking centuries off of my life."

He set the datapad aside for now and motioned to an empty medical berth. "Have a seat then, I'll be with you in a moment."

[amyothername]

As they shook hands, Amy couldn't help but feel power from him. She couldn't pinpoint whether it was positive or negative but it she could feel it regardless.

"Ahahah, let's just say I've had my far share of, uh ... abnormal phenomenons. I am not sure anything would truly surprise me by now." She replied vaguely yet truthfully. Going where ever the world's hero went lead to some interesting adventures after all.

That and dabbling into the realm of the supernatural herself too.

"Oh! What am I doing here ... ?" Being so caught up with Dan's and the Fiend's whole ordeal, she momentarily forgot why she came out here. It came back to her quickly though.

"I remember! I came out here for some herb picking! Just some things you can't get in stores and this is the only place where the stuff I need grows here."

The offered hand was a bit of a surprise, it wasn't often that others usually wanted to do such a thing for the sake of his right arm, given its abnormal nature of what looked more like scale rather than the rest of him, accompanied with several jarring sharp edges running along the forearm and claws from the tips of fingers, an ominous purple glow radiating slightly from the cracks in its surfaces.

Yeah he didn't blame people for wanting to avoid it, so to make it a little easier though a little awkward, he'd raise his good left hand to meet her own, gently holding it and giving it a shake. "Amy? Well its a pleasure to meet you Amy."

"I must say, your taking it all relatively well, most usually call me crazy or freak out about such things. Its a pleasant relief. What brings you out here today Amy?"

[amyothername]

@chopperpirate:

Chopper's eyes narrowed as he stared at a small Chao, who stared back at him in return while eating a large nut. "What is this thing, Amy...?"

"Eh?" She looked at Chopper then at the Chao she promised a certain rabbit friend of hers that she would watch over this little one for a bit before putting it in the residential Chao Garden with the others as the Chao in question stared at the reindeer with a curious look as the ball above it's head shaped into a visible question mark.

Oh right ... she doesn't remember explaining the other species that live where she is from other than Mobians, Critters and Humans.

"This little fella'? This is a Chao! They're ... kinda like babies but folks like to keep them as pets."

[speciesofhurt]

"please, it is just a bump to the head, I'll be fine" / @tcbefearless from Amelia Holmes

*****

"There now, Amelia," his fingers gingerly felt the lump, trying to circumscribe its margins, "I'd have expected you to know better than to neglect a head injury." A mockingly stern look was given to the patient while he wrung a damp cloth over a small basin.

True, there wasn't much concern he felt about this. It didn't appear to be anything too nasty. And yet, all the basic precautions must be taken. Oh.. what would Holmes say?

"I hope you have a proper explanation for your father when he returns."

[strifeincarnate]

Closed Starter for @sah1x1s [Cooper/Eris]

The woman hung her head as she was led from the holding cell to the interrogation room where she would be meeting with whatever attorney the courts appointed her. It wasn't like she could afford a real lawyer to represent her, not that any of them would take her case. Eris' reputation for trouble spanned back to when she was a youth in the foster care system, so it was no surprise when she was arrested once again on a petty theft and assault charge.

Looking down at her cuffed wrists, Eris let out a soft sigh of defeat. She knew she wasn't going to get out of this one, even though this was technically the one time she could be considered innocent.

"Keep it moving." The female guard's voice came from over her right shoulder, stern yet not cruel as she guided Eris into the conference room. A hand on her shoulder pushed her into her seat and she cut her gaze sharply at the guard as she exited the room. Having nothing to do but wait, Eris extended her legs under the table, fingers laced together on the table in front of her.

Gods, she hoped she got a decent attorney. Too many times she had heard stories of court appointed lawyers doing more harm than good because their clients couldn't afford to pay them.

[iwritemilfs]

@immvnityy asked: "It's just a scratch"

________

Tess shrugged off her backpack and started rummaging. First aid kits weren't exactly abundant these days, so they made due with what they had; in this case a rag. She motioned for Ellie to roll up her jeans so she could get a better view of the gash on her leg. Piercing green eyes shot up to the girl, along with an appropriately raised eyebrow. "Just a scratch, huh?" She shook her head ever so slightly before wrapping it up as best she could. "You might wanna apply some pressure to that."

[vxctorx]

@richardxoliverxmayhew continued x

❝—I suggest you leave modesty to someone better suited.❞ His amiable tone is enhanced by the mirroring smile upon his lips, though his gaze remains alert as he regards the other.

❝—You're a strongly determined young man with a penchant for hard work, if your educational background is anything to go by. Combined with your highly impressionable and malleable mind, and your simplicity, they would love you in the barracks, or the parliament; you would only have to take your pick.❞ Although the words are brutal, they are spoken with his usually honeyed decorum, making it all the more difficult to discern his true intent. Sweet young Mayhew, believing himself to be cleverly subtle; Victor has known that he is on his trail for a while now, yet more than anything, he finds himself intrigued.

[vxctorx]

His perceptive gaze takes in the other's curious reaction to his own half naked form from beneath the curtain of his curls, from the way that the young farmer timidly tears his stare away from him, to the shade of crimson which now dusts the crests of his sun-kissed cheeks. The wayward prince is not certain what to make of it all, yet he cannot help but find the other's show of interest rather endearing.

His fingers reach for the offered shirt with the faint trace of a reserved smile drawn upon his lips, though he is not aware of what has placed him in such an elevated mood. ❝—To tell the truth, I had not slept so soundly in weeks. I meant to thank you again for lending me your own bed.❞ He pulls the fabric of his bestowed shirt over his head in a quick shrug, the cotton growing damp with specks of water. Perhaps this would have been the proper time for him to leave, yet a part of him feels unprepared for returning to what was once considered home. ❝—Do you work on your farm all by yourself? If so, perhaps I could lend you a second pair of hands while I am still here.❞

The first slices of sunlight, and the sharp crick against the back of his neck, thanks to a rather uncomfortable sleeping position, managed to snap Richard out of his shallow slumbers. Silent panic first prickled against his skin when he noticed he had accidentally dropped his dagger in his sleep, his once source of protection, before, eventually his nerves steadied. He was here. He was alive. Home still intact. Victor, still curled up and deep within the land of dream. Surely, if Victor wanted to rob Richard blind he would've done so and left without a trace by now. Hell, he could've stolen Richard's dagger while he was asleep and threatened him with it if he wanted to, but instead, here he laid. With a sigh, the Scotsman quietly fixed the covers back over the sleeping figure, before throwing on his own coat. He might as well do some work around the farm while he let Victor sleep.

The sun's path had reached its zenith. Drops of sweat dripped from the Scotsman's forehead, which he uselessly tried to wipe away with the end of his sleeve, as he began to walk back to the cabin. He couldn't help but wonder whether his guest had awoken, and whether or not he had decided to drift off to who-knows-where. He had to admit, although Victor's identity still remained a mystery, Richard was beginning to rather grow acquainted, at least, to the idea of having company. However, speak of the devil, just as Richard had turned down the path that lead back to his home, he caught sight of a familiar, golden figure, drenched in the washbasin's fresh waters. "M-...mornin'," greeted the farmer, his words beginning to fumble as his gaze grew distracted by the unexpected view of the man's uncovered torso. At least the scrapes didn't look as bad as they did last night. "Erm... No. No, not at all. Please, be my guest." Realizing that his gaze was beginning to linger to the point of leering, the Scotsman busied himself by picking up the man's nearby shirt and wash cloth offering them to the other with an extended hand. "Did ye'... Umm... Did ye' manage to sleep off yer' exhaustion?" he rasped, his warm face now turning the other way.

[amyothername]

[❤] ||@hifimuses:

"I see someone is interested." Shadow with glitter all over his hands looking and picking up the bingo card. "Never would have guessed, but you seem to be my type according to the card."

"Seems so!" She had to refrain herself from giggling at his hands. Maybe she shouldn't of used that much glitter. Amy cleared her throat to distract herself from his hands. "So ... what now?"