#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.

[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 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚞𝚝, 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."

[gotasmokeamigo]

@nights-fear

Luis leaned over his table, sighing as he took in a long drag from a cigarette, thoughts passing through his head as he looked back at his guest. “I can’t say I love this village much. It has a way if getting in your head,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Local superstition, to be sure. But all myths have a little truth.”

[emry-stars-art]

In my earlier design of Laila she was the shortest of the four main tsc characters but now the vibes have me indecisive again (and I can't remember if this was addressed in canon) so I'm curious:

(I'd be fine to hear if it is stated in canon but this poll is about YOUR OPINION, what did you imagine for Cat and Laila whether you have read tsc or not)

[switchblade-serenade]

(delete later)

[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."

[luminescenc1e]

A strong gust of wind swept the offerings that had been carefully placed before the small, hand-made stone pagoda. The beating of the drum stopped and an eerie silence settled around them. It was almost summer but there was an odd coldness nestled there. Hwa-rim would be pissed off if she had known he had gone by himself, but she had exerted herself too much and if she tried another ritual, she could get hurt far worse than he could.

The shirt sleeves were pulled as far as they could go on his arms, the palms of his hands firmly pressed against the icy earth, fingers half digging into it. Looking up across from where he knelt, he half wondered if she was really there or not, it was not the first time he had seen her image, glimpses of it. Maybe it was the exorcism or the heavy tiredness in his bones, but he was not afraid.

Perhaps he would snap out of it, and half run down the mountain, abandoning all the things he brought with him there. “ You want me to drink your blood? ” He could taste the iron in his mouth and he knew that there was blood dripping down his chin, there was a circle of blood around him, chicken blood, to create a protective circle. “ Or you want to bleed me? ”

❛ Sorry about the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine. ❜ ( for bong - gil ♡ ) / MEME - accepting!

[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]

“Are ye’ sure the door’s jammed? Maybe ye’ just need to push a wee bit more?” There was no way the two of them were stuck in the middle of this shoebox of a closet. Surely not!

@richardxoliverxmayhew​​

  ❝—Any more pressure and you ought to break it off of its hinges.❞ His adumbral figure remains inclined against one of the four walls amongst which they have found themselves confined, listening to the rattling sounds of the other’s efforts to free himself from his entrapment and, respectively, Victor’s evidently unwelcome company. As the young detective’s defeated sigh at last resonates across the narrow space which they now share, he finds himself battling the urge to bite the inside of his cheek in order to hide the smile which the other will not be able to see, but no doubt can hear tinging his voice.

  ❝—Well. I don’t suppose anyone is in a rush to come to our rescue, so we may as well make ourselves comfortable.❞

[strayslost]

In another life, perhaps Ryunosuke would've looked at Kyusaku and seen someone who could understand. After all... if anyone should know the sting of Dazai's rejection, it would be them. As far as Ryunosuke knows, Kyusaku's fate of being shut away from the world and imprisoned was all thanks to Dazai - and even putting Dazai aside... he's sure that, just like Ryunosuke, their life has been full of pain from the very start.

As it is, though, right now - Ryunosuke feels very little. Perhaps it's a sign of his selfishness, his true nature as a heartless beast unable to feel a thing for someone else. All he wants has always been the same thing - to find a reason to live - and Kyusaku can't provide him that. In fact, sometimes seeing them stings, when he thinks of how they've been rejected even in spite of the power they hold... if they don't stand a chance of gaining Dazai's respect, what chance does Ryunosuke stand, as weak as he is now? What awaits him at the end of the road he's dedicated his life to following?

Thoughts like that aren't ones he wants to face, so he pushes them away. But something is strange about his feelings today. Because while that blank, apathetic smog of nothingness he feels should have him turning away and leaving, there's something that stops him... driving him to speak to Kyusaku for reasons even he doesn't understand.

"And?" he responds to the child's question with an almost-empty gaze, something unidentifiable smoldering underneath. "Tell me... why would you come to me of all people for a reason like that?"

@theircurse ( starter for yumeno! )