push and pull me, build then ruin me -- how close is your past? 'cause it consumes me! bend and break, ignore then take, you play me like a hammer on a glass piano!  ind. fate master oc / written by mochi ( credit. ) carrd.Â
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From the second I walked in I planned my attackâ three packets in hand, I sat at my usual table in back. he mightâve been calling the numbers, but I was calling thĐľ shots. after four in a row I jumped up and yellĐľd âSomeone should call the cops, Iâm killinâ it!â   ind. alucard of hellsing / written by mochi ! blog is oc & crossfandom friendly! Â
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there isnât any god and when you die, youâre just dead and heavenâs just a fairytale to put you to the bed there ainât nobody watching us, âcause nobody cares and in the end weâre living all alone.  ind. alucard of hellsing / written by mochi ( credit. )
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My alucard edits fuck so far but are ........ tropophobia heavyÂ

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@hellslngsâ said: â I donât need to go to a hospital. â ⪠from injured / injury starters
âFamous last words of a fool.â She hisses, âBut youâre incredibly lucky, you donât need to go to a hospital.â gloved fingers shove the Master back into the nearest seat, and tries to ignore the curious and looming shadow of one Alucard over her shoulder. Persephone peels her glove off, looks up at Integra with a curt notice:  âThis is going to hurt.â And digs her fingers into the bullet wound. Â
-- A clean exit. Thatâs good. Â
The familiar slime and slip of scarlet on her fingers is a disturbing comfort. She calls the heat to answer her, and it does. The blood sings, and stitches veins back together.  When she pulls her fingers free, the hole is barely more than a scratch. Â
--- âFor the record, you definitely needed a hospital.âÂ
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cheesy pick up lines.
âYou know whatâs beautiful? Read the first word.â âAre you flappy bird? Cause I could tap you all night.â âAre you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!â âIâm not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.â âAre you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.â âI seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?â âI bet you play soccer, because youâre a keeper.â âAre you an orphanage? Cause I wanna give you kids.â âIâm not staring at your boobs. Iâm staring at your heart.â âDo you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.â âAre you a campfire? Cause you are hot and I want s'more.â âHello, Iâm a thief, and Iâm here to steal your heart.â âIâm no organ donor but Iâd be happy to give you my heart.â âKiss me if Iâm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?â âIf nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?â âYou must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.â âDo you have a name or can I call you mine?â âAre you Google? Because Iâve just found what Iâve been searching for.â âThereâs a big sale in my bedroom right now. Clothes are now 100% off!â âLetâs commit the perfect crime: Iâll steal youâre heart, and youâll steal mine.â âI hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away!â âWhatâs a nice girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?â âI think thereâs something wrong with my eyes because I canât take them off you.â âIf you were a potato, youâd be a sweet one.â âDo your legs hurt from running through my dreams all night?â âAre you my Appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out.â
noircisaintâ:
â â Â Â Â Â Â clever woman. rather then to test patience, she knew to obey. tenseness of moments before thinned. the blade eventually lowering from the neck. remaining in hand however, as a lingering threat.
â â Â Â Â Â Â eyes then lowered to the âgiftâ.
â â Â Â Â Â Â disgusting.
â â Â Â Â Â Â the single thought upon the mind.
â â Â Â Â Â Â â tell me. are you truly so brave to offer the spirit you summoned the very item that caused their demise? do you seek death this earnestly? â swiping at the outstretched hand to snatch the item, the Vengess inspected it closer.
â â Â Â Â Â Â dark oak. even if lacking knowledge of nature, and having the inability to name plants on sight, she could never fail to recognize this.
â â Â Â Â Â Â â you ought to explain fast for what reason you have summoned me. your rapidly shrinking life may depend on it. â
âI thought you might want to destroy it. To dispose of it. If not, I can throw it in the hearth.â Persephone offers explanation cautiously, taking a deep breath when the sword is removed from her throat, and the offensive oak snatched out of her grasp.  âSuch a relic of your suffering shouldnât exist, right?âÂ
âI sought the service of ... your myth, for the Grail War. But I wasnât aware summoning an Avenger would even be such a possibility. I thought ... if there was anyone who I could fight beside to win, if anyone could help me crush anyone in the path of my desires -- it would have been you.â Itâs clear that Avenger was not what she anticipated. She thought Joan of Arc would be a Saber, or a Lancer. Â
This shade of vengeance will be harder to bargain with.Â
âThe grail will grant a wish, yours and mine. If you will help me.â Not serve. Percy canât imagine calling her a Servant.  âPlease.âÂ
adergralâ:
â hm . â the  bell  chimes as  alabaster  hands  rest  upon  her  lap  as  she  ponders  on her  answer  .  that  is  quite  the  question .  she  is  not  born  of  the  flesh  ,  in fact  her  birth  was  something  of  a mishap  - in  spite  of  that  she  had  a purpose.  pools  of  carbuncle  gaze  toward  the  master  ,  perhaps  this  is  sufficient.  â i  was  not given  the  capabilities to feel , that would  have  been  poor  craft  to  make  a  construct  â feel â.  â  she  paused.  â despite  what  i  lack  , i  do  not  feel  the  need to â belong â but , i  do  have  a purpose  among the Einzberns.  i  cannot  understand  your  feelings  ,  i  cannot  empathize  ,  but  you  are  here  for  a  purpose .  what  is  a  body  of  anything  but  a vessel ? â
âYou donât ... feel? At all?â While that might seem sad upon first impression, there is the knowledge that being unable to feel means it canât be sad not to feel at all. It begs a philosophical question that Persephone doesnât have the answer to-- she doesnât know what it means to be as Justeaze is. She cannot fathom it. Â
She makes a good point all the same; What is a body of anything but a vessel? The seat of the soul. Without all the confusion of feelings, are Homunculi perhaps closer to the true nature of their souls than humans? Perhaps thatâs what makes them such effective mages. Philosophical indeed.Â
âI donât know about poor craft. Some argue the capacity for feeling is the seat of willpower. Negative feelings drive us, positive feelings bolster us ... but I couldnât say what any of that means for certain. Iâm not much a scholar. No one can argue you lacking as a mage at all, I suppose in terms of whether it would be poor craft to have given you feelings, itâs a question of whether they would have made you stronger or weaker. Who knows.âÂ

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flodeuynsâ:
   ⌠bold, she is. he turns to look at her with furrowed brows and a tightened grip on his staff. the weight of a legend⌠no, many legends. his own; artoriaâs; the knights; the paladins⌠every life heâs ever touched, he is interwoven into their narrative like a painfully off-color thread in a grand tapestry⌠to put it simply, itâs unbearable.
   â  do you ask hard questions to everyone you meet, or am i special?  â   comes a playful, teasing response. merlinâs face relaxes, and then shifts into a deflective grin.
   â  i quite like the attention, really~,  â   a bold-faced lie,   â  i donât feel human things like âstressâ, so iâm pretty completely chill all the time! itâs also why my skin is so clear!  â  Â
âNot ... usually.â Sheâs grateful for his graciousness. It just slipped out! Blame it on the shock and awe of seeing Merlin himself in the flesh. In a real grail war, who could possibly hope to ever summon a spirit so well known? Chaldea is flocked to the brim with them, names and spirits and vessels of such reknowned, who could help but be overwhelmed within their presence. Â
She smiles at his good natured jest, and despite a distinct feeling that such may not be the entire truth, it isnât her place to question him. Â
âOh? Well your skin is very nice for a man who doesnât look anywhere near half is age.â  She teases, voice and brow lilting up in suggestion of play. Â
noircisaintâ:
â â Â Â Â Â Â upon the speaking of that name gilded eyes sends their regards with the sharpest glare.
â â      in a twisted sense, yes. this was indeed Jeanne dâArc. however, in this instance, this form, being addressed with that nameâŚÂ
â â Â Â Â Â Â within a moment blade was drawn, swung with murderous malice, halting at the edge of the magusâ neck. â do not ever refer to me by that name. you will address me as âAvengerâ. make this mistake once and no more. â
She doesnât flinch, by some miracle. Good thing, too, the edge of the sword against her neck might cut if she does. But honeyed eyes go wide. It certainly isnât the most Masterly thing, when Percy holds up her hands in a display of peace and quietly acquiesces:  âYes, of course. Iâm sorry, Avenger.â Â
âAvenger.â Sheâs heard about this class; individuals of great power who loathe the lives they lived so much it carries them on after death ... how unexpected. She thought -- well, what she thought doesnât matter. It isnât the truth. ( Oh, doesnât it turn the saddest spin upon it all? A woman put to the pyre burning with hatred for everyone who put her there. The story has always made Percy want to cry, itâs somehow so much worse to know how much malice came behind it all. )Â
She doesnât imagine her pity would be well received. Â
The catalyst that summoned her: a piece of the pyre. She clutches the charred, petrified wood in one hand, and offers it outstretched to her.Â
Injured/Injury Starters
Injured
âOh shit, are you alright?â
âDude, I donât think youâre alright.â
âBloodâs not supposed to be coming from thereâŚâ
âThat looks broken.â
âCan you move your __?âÂ
âAre you okay?â
âThat doesnât look good.â
âWho did this?â
âDid you do this to yourself?â
âHow did this happen?â
âWe need to get you to a hospital.â
âDo you need to go to a hospital?â
âThatâs not supposed to bend that way.â
âDo you want me to look at it?â
âDonât move, youâll make it worse!â
âStop moving!â
âThereâs so much blood.â
âIâll see if I have a first aid kit.â
âJust⌠Stay here and Iâll get help.â
âHow did you even do this?â
âThis happened in a fight?â
âWalk it off.â
âItâs not that bad.âÂ
âI think you need stitches.â
âYou dumbass.âÂ
Injury
âI think I hurt myself.â
âI canât feel my __.â
âI think my __ is broken.â
âShit, that hurts to move.â
âI donât think I can get up.â
âIâm going to try to get up.â
âCan you go get help?âÂ
âI need help.â
âI think Iâm going to pass out.â
âI donât think thereâs supposed to be that much blood.â
âItâs not that bad.â
âI got [shot, stabbed, etc].â
âI canât walk.â
âI donât think I need to go to a hospital.â
âI think I need to go to the hospital.â
âStop laughing, this hurts.â
âMy last words better not be stupid.â
âThat was a dumb idea.â
âShit, that burns.â
âIâm fine⌠really.â
âDamn, I canât get the bleeding to stop.â
âI got into a fightâŚâ
âI feel lightheaded.â
âIt hurts to move.â
âCan you look at it for me?âÂ
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