#vvithteeth

misc asks | always accepting

“Oh, but I was broken.” He smiles, he looks away for a moment.

“I managed to pick all the pieces to myself and seal them back with gold. I’m not broken anymore but those dents have made me stronger, unique and more beautiful.”

“I am far from perfect and by reminding myself how broken I was once I do my best to stay humble.” He looks back at her and nods once.

“And whenever I fail, I take note. Ist a good reminder of I’m just a person and that I still have a lot to learn…” He places a hand on her shoulder and adds. “You should know that better than me.”

“However, I’m intrigued now. Why have you addressed to me by telling me that?“

Vampirella did everything right.

She stopped the girl’s woman’s screaming by catching her mid-howl with the pry of her strong fingers, and the ruined pharmacy nearby gave her the fluid sedative and the needle to put her into something that’s not sleep, but isn’t feeling this.

The monsters left torn apart around them had left horrific bites and slashes, already infected with a circle of agitated pinkish-red -- so she debrided those wounds too, carving their wake with a disposable scalpel, searing them closed with red-hot wire and splashing those ugly openings antiseptics. And the tourniquet around her arm, too, she did that.

Whoever she is, she’s not going to bleed out. Not today. Not when she’s there to protect her.

The effort was exhausting. All of it: Fighting for survival, scrambling to keep a human from the precipice of death. She doesn’t apologize for taking her fill, to tip the operating table and funnel that half-wet mess into her mouth, using the side of her palm as a spatula; to ring those sodden, stained cold rags she used to mop up into her gullet, to suckle on her soaked shirt.

@vvithteeth​’s nancy, " you just love having an audience , huh? "

    “For a girl with such a promising future, it seems you didn’t pay much attention in English Lit, did you, N̷a̴n̷c̸y̴? As You Like It. Act Two. Scene Seven. All the world’s a stage, and all the men & women merely players.” 

On and on the line went, a monologue oft-recited, detailing the fragility and decay of the mortal condition. The MEAT had little relevance to her, but the ends were all too important here.

    “The last scene of all. Thus ends your s̸t̴r̴a̸n̷g̷e̷ eventful history. Mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. All that will be left of you is a costume. Lines to be re-read, recited, and reworked for time immemorial.”

  And then, a shiver. A cold, unholy quake running the length of her spine as the dark matter dimethyl in her bones was flooded into her veins, through her muscles, to rework her skin. Shrink a few inches. Lighten a couple shades. Smile a bit brighter. Sigh!

@vvithteeth​ asked:  “ ….i have a bad feeling about this. “ claire @ jill

Shaw half-grinned, half-leered, "Normally, when a young man does that, I do sometimes worry he means it literally---but when Raze does, I think I'm safe. He didn't get those claws from me."

“Do you ever miss father?“

A rare moment when the White Queen and White Bishop could be at ease. When there wasn’t something urgent needing done. And he had to go and ruin it. “I know he was a horribly abusive bastard, but I sometimes ask myself what he would do.” Made worse by the guilt of being the one to murder him. 

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    //    *    𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶     @vvithteeth​​     " i'm not interrupting anything, am i? " - selina

            ❛  Ever heard a knockin’?  ❜    Gen replies, quickly throwing on the oversized flannel that was loosely hanging down her shoulders.  A make shift dress is assembled with the buttons fastened.  The phone screen still lit with the image she was taking with plans to send.    ❛  Jay won’t be home for a few days.  Ya know we’re rabbits.  I miss him.  ❜    She doesn’t mean for so much to come out like a waterfall.  She’s flustered, in more ways than once.