#dcwnthercbbithcle

(ooh thanks for the response! [/gen] and for also opening up some thinking for me

Below is me rambling about hypothetical's involving @dcwnthercbbithcle's OC Nurse Ophelia Penwell. I talk a lot so I'm putting a keep reading!

@dcwnthercbbithcle asks ' ✨✨✨ I love your use of descriptive language and sentence length to convey emotion or trepidation in your writing!! For example, in an earlier ask on a kiss, you describe Kitana being unsure and on the spot and looking around her, and to express that you dragged your sentences out-- using em dashes to almost visualize that feeling of looking all around you-- time pausing when the adrenaline of anxiety starts to hit and you're feeling surrounded and on the spot! It's terrific attention to detail, and I adore it! '

Would you believe that wasn't intentional? xD Seriously, I'm just a dork that the internet caught on a corn dog. Thank you for the kind words!

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Right back atcha, Yasu!

@rosawept asks ' ✨✨✨ '

No you--

@cagcd asks ' ✨✨✨✨✨ hey you, yes you! I don't talk enough about your Kitana, she's so well developed, serious but playful when she permits herself, you capture her loyalty and devotion for family despite all the trouble she faces and it's just *chef kiss* I love me complex characters and you nailed it ♡♡♡♡ '

Excuse me but--how dare you. How dare you come into my house with this praise when you're the one that nails complexity as easy as breathing?!

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As if on cue his hand juts out, slamming the drawer beside him quickly before she has the chance to stick her little paws inside of it.

"That is because I do not care if you search through the other desks. By all means scavenge till your little hearts content. All you are bound to find in there are scraps of old paper or a few pencils."

Throughout this his gaze discreetly lowers to the watch on his wrist. Sure enough more than a few hours had already passed since he had sat down and began working. A frustration sigh escapes him before he raises one elbow to rest against the top of the desk.

Kazan glowered at the wheezing ghost from beyond his mask, he may have not had the powers of the well woman to kill people with his sight; much less those who already well past the realm of the living.

no worries at all i reblogged it far later then anyone else in the community because i wasn’t on at the time :( but nonetheless thx for sending me one!

anyways u would be very correct with dados medicine tasting sweet or fruity and generally pleasant tastes, banana being a common flavour due to it being dados favourite flavour, very similar to the taste of candy or even the fruits themselves! you would be right in the fact finding purpose behind what dado does is mostly a pointless endeavour and ur mostly correct with the reasoning. dado is of course a businessman and dados business can be taken away from, what better way is there to improve ur products other than trying ur competitors products? and in his little businessman mind dados thinking is “better flavour and taste = more sales”, though the banana one is definitely just because he likes banana being of the market or not, 9/10 for this one :D

totally correct quotes ; ACCEPTING

Kondraki: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume? Bright: *chugs entire bottle* Bright: It’s perfume.

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Bright: Am I in trouble? Kondraki: Take a guess. Bright: No? Kondraki: Take another guess.

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♢ - to patch up a wound on my muse

A slow and steady trickle drips down his fingers. Rolling across the exposed skin and pelting the floor below. The puddle that has collected beneath him is darkening to a thick, congealed mess but he does not move to clear it away. Even his own blood smells delightful to him now. Rich and sweet, with coppery notes that make the stinging sensation almost tolerable. 

He should not have broken through that window. He did not need to do it. Except that it made a point. 

Even now he recalls the dawning horror of the smug survivors that had hovered behind it, so convinced they were protected by the shards that blocked his way. The cut that snagged his arm was worth the suffering it had caused. It was worth it to watch the arrogance fade to terror. Their pulse never stopped racing, not until the light had faded from them. 

When she appears he expects it to be in the form of threats and lecture. Rage at what he had done. Offense for the way he’d broken the rules of The Entity’s game. But really - was choking someone to death any worse than what they usually saw? 

Lifting his head, he spots the bright red kit as she plunks it down onto the desk. Wriggling one hand in a gesture towards his arm. 

He does not move. Doe has been talking nonstop since she walked into the room but he doesn’t even take in the words. They become a steady stream in the backdrop of his mind. Music playing in the distance until she stubbornly repeats herself:  “Let me see that arm.”

She isn't phased by the scorned look he casts at her. When she returns a smile back, he feels his brow furrow.

God she was a cheeky one.