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A gift.

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if iām interacting w a canon character / throwing them into a canon characters world i do not change shit about my characters unless itās Absolutely Required to do so or itās a completely alternative universe that iāve plotted out beforehand. itās much more fun (i think) to just throw my weird eldritch creatures as the weird eldritch creatures they are into canon worlds and figure out together how that shit would work. if that makes sense. idk if thatās unpopular but itās also just funny to picture canon characters having to figure out how to deal with Deep South Celestial Abnormalities.
obvs location wise is something deeper but i wouldnāt make like solveig or orpheus or eden whatever like a quirk user (i just woke up dont @ me if thats wrong). also generally i, and maybe itās bc i write ocs only, think its prob easier to bend canon characters into oc universe lore but thats just me. who knows!
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good boy. (you know damn well its snipe n jin :3
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It fully catches you off guard, two simple words and your whole brain has stalled on them. You choke on a gasp, the stuttering air coming out as a small groan instead. You turn to look at him, seeing that stupid look fixed on his stupid handsome face pisses you off. Just as quickly as you flush, ears tinged a near crimson, you pull yourself together enough to glare at him.
You approach him from across the room, hands on your hips and lean into his space, close enough to wisp your breath across his lips. Just as he comes in to kiss you, you pull away just as fast and raise one hand to punch him in the arm.
"Don't do that out of nowhere! Say it again!" You pause, and then, pointing a finger up say, "fine, maybe later."
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drip, drip, drip .. the fall of droplets against concrete fills the air, you can hear the splatter of it as it collides against the hard surface, how it alters the color from grey to a dark crimson. all you can think as you look at this is 'it'll stain'. sure, the rain will wash most of it away soon, when the storm clouds fill the sky and cleanse the earth again, but until then, it'll still be stained; a remanent of this incident will be left, an imprint of what occurred. you stand up on jellified legs, clenching your teeth together when a flare of pain erupts in your knee (either you landed too harsh or your arthritis is acting up again). you can feel a warmth spread 'cross face as the blood trickles down from exposed wound on forehead, spilling down your face in thin streams. the wooziness that blood loss brings is there but you ignore it. like always, you push onwards, acting almost indifferent about the whole affair. " i do it just for you. " monotone voice still manages to retain that sarcastic lilt, reaching up to swipe at brow line with sleeve, annoyed that you'll have to handwash your costume once your home to get that blood out of it. your hands will freeze from the cold water as you try and get very bit of blood out (which is made harder by the dark fabric of it). you sigh a bit just knowing you won't be sleeping much at all. your gaze finally settles onto him, no longer occupying eyes with bloody cement or the wetness of your sleeve, face void of emotion as you wait for him to speak. the silence doesn't bother you as it blankets over, used to the feeling and finding comfort in the quiet; you weren't much of a conversationist anyways. though, the metallic scent in the air is starting to get to you a little and it's taking everything in you not to lean against the wall, a slight tremble from exhaustion and pain. / con't @bulletshot
RAREĀ -Ā THESEĀ DAYS,Ā THATĀ YOUĀ CHOOSEĀ TOĀ TAKEĀ theĀ nightĀ shift.Ā butĀ sometimesĀ theĀ memoriesĀ curdledĀ beneathĀ theĀ skinĀ likeĀ spoiledĀ milk,Ā sometimesĀ thatĀ sameĀ dreamĀ hauntsĀ youĀ overĀ andĀ overĀ again,Ā andĀ theĀ emptyĀ houseĀ withĀ onlyĀ yourĀ eldestĀ son'sĀ shrineĀ greetsĀ youĀ whenĀ youĀ comeĀ home.Ā it'sĀ betterĀ toĀ beĀ away.Ā youĀ seeĀ itĀ theirĀ faces,Ā andĀ it'sĀ undoubtedlyĀ betterĀ forĀ youĀ inĀ theĀ endĀ too.Ā butĀ thatĀ doesn'tĀ meanĀ you'reĀ notĀ chasedĀ outĀ theĀ frontĀ doorĀ byĀ phantoms,Ā backĀ intoĀ theĀ cityĀ streetsĀ atĀ oneĀ amĀ withĀ theĀ comfortingĀ heatĀ ofĀ yourĀ flamesĀ theĀ onlyĀ balm.Ā onĀ nightsĀ likeĀ thisĀ -Ā theĀ skyĀ yawnsĀ wideĀ andĀ shedsĀ tearsĀ forĀ theĀ livesĀ youĀ wreckedĀ withĀ bare,Ā openĀ palms.
butĀ he'sĀ theĀ oneĀ bleeding.
youĀ stareĀ downĀ atĀ himĀ -Ā blueĀ eyesĀ litĀ starkĀ beneathĀ theĀ curtainĀ ofĀ yourĀ flame.Ā steamĀ risesĀ fromĀ yourĀ bodyĀ beneathĀ waterĀ droplets,Ā andĀ yourĀ youngestĀ son'sĀ illustriousĀ teacherĀ looksĀ theĀ partĀ ofĀ aĀ bloodyĀ wetĀ cat.Ā he'sĀ neverĀ withoutĀ hisĀ verbalĀ sabersĀ though,Ā andĀ forĀ thatĀ youĀ feelĀ noĀ smallĀ amountĀ ofĀ respectĀ asĀ well.
ā ifĀ youĀ wantedĀ myĀ attention,Ā youĀ couldĀ haveĀ justĀ called. āĀ it'sĀ almostĀ likeĀ aĀ jokeĀ -Ā exceptĀ youĀ don'tĀ reallyĀ doĀ that,Ā notĀ anymore.Ā insteadĀ -Ā youĀ dullĀ theĀ flamesĀ uponĀ yourĀ body,Ā reachingĀ outĀ withĀ cavalierĀ intent.Ā theĀ flameĀ patternedĀ clothĀ isĀ producedĀ fromĀ utilityĀ pouch,Ā andĀ youĀ foldĀ itĀ neatly.Ā giant,Ā surprisinglyĀ gentleĀ handsĀ smoothĀ awayĀ inky,Ā bloodĀ andĀ rainĀ dampĀ hair,Ā beforeĀ youĀ pressĀ navyĀ clothĀ toĀ thatĀ leakingĀ wound.Ā youĀ stepĀ closer,Ā unnaturalĀ warmthĀ hopefullyĀ aĀ balm,Ā beforeĀ turningĀ theĀ clothĀ overĀ toĀ pressĀ theĀ cleanĀ sideĀ toĀ theĀ stillĀ leakingĀ cut.Ā ā notĀ tooĀ deep,Ā butĀ judgingĀ byĀ yourĀ clothesĀ iĀ guessĀ youĀ tookĀ otherĀ hits. āĀ noĀ disapprovalĀ -Ā justĀ aĀ statementĀ ofĀ factĀ -Ā andĀ youĀ pauseĀ onlyĀ longĀ enoughĀ toĀ glanceĀ towardsĀ theĀ rainyĀ nightĀ sky.
ā come,Ā myĀ agencyĀ isn'tĀ far. āĀ it'sĀ notĀ reallyĀ aĀ suggestion,Ā butĀ heĀ shouldĀ beĀ gratefulĀ you'reĀ politeĀ aboutĀ it,Ā offeringĀ aĀ steadyingĀ armĀ devoidĀ ofĀ hellflame,Ā ā you'llĀ catchĀ yourĀ deathĀ outĀ here,Ā andĀ yourĀ quirkĀ isĀ tooĀ valuableĀ forĀ that. ā
@bulletshot wanted a lil one-liner!
you peer at them from over your cup, a smile poorly hidden behind the glass. you think they're funny. " i only gamble with my life -- never my money. "
They are matching each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public