oh the misery.

𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘪 𝘢𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Indie . Priv . Sel . Multimuse ft. John Seed, Joseph Seed, Deputy Courtney Miller of Far Cry 5 December Jones, OC with Far Cry 5, Cyberpunk, FF7 verses

Indie . Priv . Sel . Multimuse ft. John and Joseph Seed of Far Cry 5 & December Jones, OC with FC5, Cyberpunk 2077, and FFVII verses

requested by my bestie 

WORDS: 

“  is that your blood?  ”

“  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

“  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ”

“  shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ”

“  i’ll make them bleed for this.  ”

“  a little blood never never hurt anyone.  ”

“  why the fuck is there blood on the carpet?  ”

“  your nose is bleeding.  ”

“  you can make me bleed all you want,  i’ll never scream for you.  ”

“  you don’t understand,  i had to do it.  i had to kill them.  ”

“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ”

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

“  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ”

“  who hurt you?  why is there blood all over you?  ”

“  i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed.  ”

“  who did you kill?  whose blood is that?  ”

“  i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person,  but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood.  ”

“  i don’t actually enjoy killing.  it’s messy.  the blood gets everywhere.  it’s just necessary sometimes.  ”

“  it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.  blood on snow.  the kind of thing you usually only see in stories.  ” 

“  i can’t get it off—  i can still feel it on me!  ”

“  just calm down.  breathe.  i’ll take care of this.  ”

“  hold still— you’ve got blood on your face.  ”

“  why is there blood on your knife?  ”

“  oh,  it’s just a little bit of blood.  don’t nutsack out.  ”

“  i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood.  nice and slow.  like you deserve.  ”  

“  i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again.  ”

“  your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ”

“  there’s something fascinating about blood.  it’s captivating. ”

“  blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.  ”

“  you made me bleed on my shirt—  i fucking loved this shirt!  ”

“  leave me alone,  it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets.  ”

“  should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink?  ”

“  do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood?  ”

ACTIONS: 

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves. 

[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone. 

[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone. 

[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime. 

[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime. 

[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood. 

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood. 

[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver. 

[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender. 

[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.  

[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed. 

[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed. 

[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed. 

[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

abigael jameson-caine in every scene;

He didn’t know why he’d been targeted. They hadn’t given any indication that they knew who he was. They’d just been trying to steal his spellbook. They’d almost managed to fell him, too. Most of his spells had already been spent, and there were so many of them. He’d barely escaped, and not without a gash torn into his side. He was now on his knees in the frozen tundra, taking shelter from the wind behind a boulder. He hastily worked at binding his wound. He needed to find a proper place to rest. He didn’t even have enough magic to disguise himself, currently.

He heard someone approach, and whipped around, dagger out. A High-Elf. They didn’t look to be one of the bandits, unless this was a trick.

“Apologies,” he said, in Elvish, “It has been a trying day.”

Favorite lgbtq characters ★ Tamsin (Lost Girl)