#chainedbydarkness

Anonymous asked: Who are some of your favorite people on your dash every day and why?

‘Ello, nonnie.

Pretty much everyone I follow can be counted as a “favourite person” but I’ll tag all the people whose chats I have up on the side of my screen because otherwise this post will end up longer than my combat analysis (I know, I know, I haven’t posted it yet and it’s been months).

I may have wrongly assumed some pronouns here so please let me know and I will fix them asap. 💙

Zack sighed as he made his way up to Doctor Conláed. The SOLDIER knew that it was risky to be moving about so much, considering how injured he was. Once he got up to the Turk floor. Zack knocked on the door where the Doctor was. 

“Doctor Conláed? It’s Zack!”

      blood oozed from the bullet hole in her shoulder, a slow and steady trickle, plugged unceremoniously with fabric torn from the mark’s corpse. she’d burn it when she was patched up. but for now she sat, perched on the edge of the examination table, waiting for conláed to make his way through the door. teeth pillowed into her lower lip, dark eyes zoned out against one of the cabinet doors. when she head his footsteps outside she felt herself smirk, full lips pulling upward, a greeting already heavy on her tongue before he could make his way in.

      “ i have a boo-boo, con. i need you to fix it for me. ” 

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‿︵🍑    Anzu had been dreaming, deep in slumber as she imagined dancing in a Broadway ballet. She was in such a beautiful costume and all of her friends were in the crowd. It was such a pleasant dream, until it seemed to have taken a turn for the worst. Her first few movements across the stage were graceful and spritely, almost as if she were a pixie. Unfortunately, mid-twirl, she completely lost her balance and fell, completely ruining the performance.

                In normal circumstances, she’d get up and try to shrug it off, but the audience wasn’t having it. Her eyes grew wide as they cursed her and declared she was talentless. This kind of scene was absolutely a career ender; she’d never dance professionally again! No one would cast a known screw up. That wretched feeling of terror and despair took over her and tears streamed down her reddened face. What was worse was that she tried to stand, but her body just wouldn’t move.

                Back in reality, she had fallen asleep, due to the jet lag from going from New York to Japan in just one day. The time difference had really taken a toll on her. At least, that would be the most logical reason, however, she hadn’t even known she was asleep. Suddenly, dark eyes shot open and she let out a horrified gasp. Her brain was slow to process that she had awoken from a nightmare, but she was bewildered and looked confused. Blurry vision made it hard for her to recognize her surroundings at first, but what caught her attention was the sight of what looked like a head of long, snowy hair nearby. When she spoke, it felt like there was a lump in her throat and the voice that left her lips was filled with evidence of her slumber.

                ❝ Ba-kura? ❞

“Ouch!”

Yuugi hadn’t been particularly looking where he was going, absorbed in his hand-held gaming system. He’d just gotten a new game for it and was super interesting! So much so that the outside world became secondary. Well, until he full on slammed into someone, having fallen to the ground in the process. At least he managed to keep his gaming system in his hand so it didn’t break.

After being asked if he was alright, Yuugi nodded. “Oh, yeah, uh--.” He paused, looking up at the other.

That was... No way. It couldn’t have been. But, the person he was looking at looked just like Ryou! Well, not Ryou, per se. More like, the evil spirit that had taken up root in his friend’s body. The way the eyes were shaped, the hair, even things like the way the other held himself... It was all too familiar. But, that person was holding a hand out to him, wiling to help.

The evil Bakura Yuugi had known would never have done such a thing.

It was with some hesitation that Yuugi took the outstretched hand, lifted off the ground and was even dusted off. It was so weird and he wasn’t sure what to say or do.

@chainedbydarkness​ asked:  "Braveheart." Because Conláed thinks he's brave, courageous, and stands up for what he believes in. 

 Give my muse a nickname! Make it cute, embarrassing, or annoying- anything goes!

Zack thought the nickname over in his head for a few moments before giving the Medic a smile. “Braveheart...I kinda like it.” Which in turn meant the other would be able to use it, no repercussions.

@chainedbydarkness​ asked:  👋

send 👋 to brush my muse’s hair back and call them pretty/lovely for their reaction

Zack had been sitting in the infirmary, talking with Conláed about something when he felt the other’s hand brush his hair back. Zack was about to ask why he did so when he heard the other’s words. 

“P-Pretty? Me?” Zack's face began to turn a bit red at the statement from the other. It had just been so sudden that Zack hadn’t expected it. After a moment of silence, Zack spoke up again, “You really think so?”

Yuugi wasn’t entirely sure why he’d gone out and said something like that. Sure, he thought Bakura was attractive, but why in the world would he admit it? Not only that, but he admitted it to Bakura, himself!! No matter how many times it flew through his mind in that moment, Yuugi could find no answer as to why he’d risk saying it out loud.