( NEVER LOVE AN ANCHOR. )

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. 

SOFT(ish) ANGST PROMPTS

Vander just lets out a deep sigh before going into a cabinet, and getting out the stuff for some really good shots, because lord they were going to need it. He puts two glasses on the counter, one for him and one for Qrow. After pouring, he takes a shot, shaking his head before turning to his extremely confused friend. 

“I can give you the details if you want, but basically after the explosion, Grayson saves me, we go to Ionia, and in between being in a coma, and healing from the whole thing I’ve been, doing what you do as far as birds go, but I’ve uh, I guess thanks to all the shimmer I had, I’ve also become some kind of werewolf?” Another shot. This was hard enough to talk about with his kids, but knowing Qrow and his… powers, he figured he might be able to understand. 

“It took me that time to heal, and figure out how to control what I can do now, at least to a point where I don’t have to worry about wolfing out against everyone that I care about.” He runs a hand through his hair, just dumping everything out before he can regret it. 

    well. that was a lot to take in. it was hard to hide the feathers that sprouted from his arms and his head, quickly brushing them off after he was done being shocked. in a swift motion he accepts the shot and downs it, his eyes darting directly back to vander. a werewolf. standing before him.. was  a fucking werewolf. he shouldn’t be so shocked since he himself can turn into a bird.. but. 

    “ ... shit,” qrow starts, staring back down at his glass, unsure what to say next. “ all that.. really happened to you, huh? are you.. okay? ” he wasn’t sure if he was emotionally ready for vander’s reply, but it felt appropriate to ask. it has to be a huge burden to have such a beast inside oneself, especially knowing how personable vander is. he wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. it almost reminds him of someone..

He’s quick to just roll his eyes at the display as he drags a trader out for well, not trying to trade fairly, it takes a bit of wrestling, but he’s able to do it, and without so much as a scratch on him. He leans on the counter, watching Qrow drink himself into what would probably end up being a coma. 

    “ c’mon-- you know me. if there’s something you need done, then i’ll get it done. what’s the job--? need me to spy on a topsider? or maybe you need me to kick in someone’s teeth? ” not that vander couldn’t go hunt someone down by himself, especially with how strong he was-- but sometimes things needed.. a less brutal touch. 

emotional? angsty? fighty? yep. check, check, and check again. bon appetit!

“ go. ”

“ stop this. ”

“ let go of me. ”

“ you’re gonna have to make me. ”

“ please don’t do this. ”

“ don’t make me do this. ”

“ you have no idea what i’m capable of. ”

“ don’t you dare. ”

“ i wouldn’t do that if i were you. ”

“ i can’t do this. ”

“ i won’t let you do this. ”

“ i’m not gonna let that happen. ”

“ go! get out of here! run! ”

“ i’m not what you think i am. ”

“ don’t get in my way. ”

“ revenge won’t bring peace for you. ”

“ you always knew this would happen, didn’t you? ”

“ what’s going on in that head of yours? ”

“ you do not turn against your family. ”

“ i will kill you if i have to. ”

“ we need you. ”

“ it’s okay. i got this. ”

“ you were chosen for a reason. ”

“ get up. ”

“ it’s too late. ”

“ you can’t do this. ”

“ i thought i might find you here. ”

“ you’ve never had to fight me. ”

“ it’s over. ”

“ it’s over. we won/lost. ”

“ it’s over. you lost. ”

“ enough! ”

“ you can’t protect any of them. ”

“ stay here! ”

“ give me your hand. ”

“ i can’t help you. ”

“ you can’t help me! ”

“When you get sober, yea.” He already had all the things out to make Qrow’s favorite drink, straight whiskey. It only took a second for him to put the bottle back. Only Qrow would ask for a job when he’s had one too many. If he wasn’t going to try to keep up his own sense of self-preservation, then unfortunately, he was going to have to do it himself. 

    “ hey-- i already put everything where i needed it to. this is just my spending money-- and i’m spending it here. isn’t that a good thing? ”

    geez. vander really does his best to try and kill his mood. especially when he’s basically vander’s #1 customer! qrow rests his head on the counter, grinning from ear to ear. a drunken giggle escapes him when he turns to look at vander again.