#monstryious

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// i've gotten a few of these collected and i wanna take a second to tell each one of you how much i appreciate these. sometimes i hang onto 'em just to make me smile as i scroll through my inbox. until i put 'em here in my saved tag to look at when i need a boost. i'm so damn lucky to know every single one of you sweethearts and have you be part of my lil tumblr dash. i'm hoping that wherever you are, whatever you're doing you know that i'm sending you love and i'd give ya one of those lift ya off the ground hugs if i could (and that's your thing). thank you for being my buds. thanks for putting up with this menace and thanks for being people i cherish. right back atcha, btw.

@bcmbsight , @awkwardcourage , @monstyrious , @homclander & @godfracture

a stater for @monstyrious loosely based on a patching up meme

────── "Next time you decide you want to almost die, don't." There is a knife-like sharpness to her words as she manages to catch her breath now that they are back in the confines of her apartment. She'd almost doubled over, her lungs burning for the need of air since she'd basically booked it to high hell because of his little stunt. Though, she will have to admit, that he had managed to save her by recklessly putting himself out there for her. It's just she has very little way to pay him back other than making sure he's alive by the time he leaves her "clinic".

She is thankful, for now, that her apartment block has been cleared as a neutral ground where no fighting or killing could be done near it. Having a mafia boss as your direct line of communication was good here and there, it seems.

Still, after barking at him to sit down at the table and take off his shirt so she could see the expanse of his injuries, she hesitates for just a moment. In that pause is not the doctor whose see a million different terrible things but a woman who still has a soft heart beating in her chest. She hadn't been aware that he had a biomechanical arm, hell she wasn't aware of anyone who had one. Though it's just a momentary slip up because she doesn't want to make him uncomfortable by the thought of her staring at him.

Instead she continues to put her supplies on the table before she slips in front of him. It was usually like this; her patients sitting while she worked on them. She had practiced hands and sharp eyes and yet, as she reaches out, she pauses for a moment and lets her fingers hover over the skin that looked red and angry where it seemed the limb met flesh and blood. "Has anyone ever treated the skin around this...?" She asks after a moment, her hand moving to gently place against the smooth and cold metal of his artificial limb. "It looks painful..."

How else could it look? Considering the line of work that she had become very aware of since she had started this little business. The woman asking this question wasn't Doctor Ying but rather Bao Yu.

@monstyrious || inbox starter reply || ohh here we go!

"kids... am i right?" except nelly has never known what it's like to have a kid herself, let alone have homelander as a kid. so. she's not right.

a gathering they're all forced to participate in to keep up the face of a global organization that quickly became its own worst enemy. crumbling at the base and from the top. soldier boy doesn't plan to be in some sort've get your ass fucked by people who deserve jack shit other than to taste their own teeth once the cement caves in their faces sandwich when both those ends collide. but. before that happens--he's watching it in slow motion. enjoying each minute. while heartstrings tether like cobwebs in some corners? tells himself he doesn't see them enough to give a shit. does he believe it? keeping people in the dark about that is as essential to checking his watch and judging if he's spent enough time here before getting the fuck out.

homelander mills about. preaching gospel that drips with nothing but please love me, i'll do anything to make you love me even if i have to tear you to shreds and build my paradise on earth with the pieces left. green eyes follow the cape he fucking hates as it sways. a red, white and blue pendulum sweeping closer and closer to cutting his last nerve right the fuck in half.

'kids... am i right?"

❝ it only gets worse from here on out. ❞she replies with a smile, sarcasm dripping from her tone. it's going to be a good day since she got hired to do this gig, not a first nor a last, she quite enjoyed working with angus' band.

❝ as long as no one sets a match to him he should be good. ❞she knows they use a lot of hairspray and if any of them were to take a match it'd be over in seconds but luckily that hasn't happened. she isn't counting on it but she'd be there on it if it does happen to take the fire out.

────── The night has already fallen and cast the sky into a comforting darkness. She finds that she tends to be the most alive when the full moon hangs right outside the window and leeches all of the color from the room. She always insists that the window is open, curtains cast aside, and that she can soak in the very essence of the moon above. This is when she feels her best, her happiest...the fact that she was with Pen only made it that much better.

She'd hustled them into the shower earlier because she'd wanted to try and ease the tension from her muscles from a long day at work. Pen was typically her victim because she liked to have someone else with her in there. She didn't ever give a reason but she didn't need one because she knew that the other didn't mind.

That's why they are here now. Baoyu standing in between his legs while Pen sitting on the edge of their bed. If he didn't give her this one concession she would never be able to reach the top of his head. Hell, even like this he was still a bit taller than her and she had to reach a bit up in order to start to towel dry his hair. She was humming a lullaby that she remember from when she was a child, carefully switching up the direction she was using in order to make sure she could get all of his strands.

After all, if he got cold he might end up getting sick....and she couldn't have that. It's something she's yelled at them all enough that they've come to indulge her.