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🩸 - to approach your muse soaked in blood . [post feeding Eddie, for the angst]

misc action meme prompts  /  accepting always

Perhaps she should be used to this, men showing up in her apartment, soaked in blood. It wasn’t like Frank didn’t do it enough that it was comparable to a habit, like his drug use, or the literal actual murders he committed. Like he didn’t do it often enough that she’d developed a routine, and had learned more about how to get blood and gore out of clothing than the average person.

But still, it’s different this time. When it’s Eddie on her balcony, and not Frank’s familiar shape. Eddie Munson covered in blood and gore. His shirt clinging to him like it’s some macabre version of a wet tee-shirt contest. Blood soaking his mouth and jaw, his throat and chest... Eyes big and round and endlessly dark - and sad. Lacking the pride Frank always carried, the indifference over his physical state even as he dragged his bloodied self all over her nice, new carpets.

Eddie isn’t Frank. Violence is not his coat, nor his armor. It doesn’t run in his veins like it did in Frank’s. He’s not capable of killing without remorse. And there he is, standing there, soaked in someone else’s blood without a wound to show for it. All sad, puppy dog eyes and shaking hands... 

Birdie’s big, dumb eyes begin to fill with tears.

How do you explain to someone so young and damaged that you are a monster? How do you do that to someone who, by all rights, is just as monstrous as you? Just as broken, just as damaged, just as much of a cursed being?

Bran doesn’t know, so, for a long while he’s silent. The only sound that comes from him is the rustle of fabric, the sound of cards flipping as he plays hand after hand of childish card games. Across from him, Shigaraki remains the same, quiet and studious, watching as card after card is laid down and ultimately swiped to the side. By the end of it, Bran has won, though merely by chance, and Shigaraki looks nonplussed, frowning at the stack of cards he’s lost, expressions easy to understand despite the hand laid over his face.

“Why do you?” Bran finally answers, though not to the other’s satisfaction. When he’s given a look, red eyes narrow and annoyed and peering between dead fingers, he sighs and continues, hand movements automatic as they retrieve the cards and begin to shuffle them.

“Sometimes we think of ourselves as lesser because we feel that is what we are, little bird.” The answer is equally as unsatisfactory, but he doesn’t let it sit in the air long enough to make his companion angrier. “A very long time ago, I did things your young master could only dream of, and for that, I am...” He trails off, shakes his head. “What I did was horrible. That is what makes me lesser in value - I took things that were not mine to take, things that can never be replaced or given back. And for that,” He holds out the deck, smile faint. “I am lesser, because those who take things that are not theirs do not deserve to stand with the rest of society.”

Gets excited over new FC and researches the show she’s from-

sees she falls in love with and marries what looks like a 6 year old-

“He thought you might say that.” Chiyo reaches into her pocket & hands a note to the captain. Inside it will read ‘I would appreciate you finishing that paperwork by the deadline. I would hate to see you turn into a zombie again.’

takes the stupid note and reads it. damn that asshole. like hell he was going to give in like that.