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[killedarlings]

the voice from behind causes her to nearly jump out of her own skin, wide eyes tearing away from marveling at the intricate piece of technology perched on one of the shelves. the thought that her brother probably would have liked these items followed by how much she misses him quickly disperses from her mind as she turns to face the woman. " can't say we do. how'd you guess? " she asks as if she wasn't sticking out like a sore thumb, untainted blue in an otherwise drab sea of sand. " it's a beautiful piece, by the way. " she hadn't the foggiest of what that little doohickey could do, but this woman certainly seemed like she knew her stuff and the last thing lucy wanted was to end up like that guy with a broken nose who had shoved past her on the way in.

at the offering of assistance, lucy's heart swells just as quickly as a smile stretches wide on her face. finally! someone who respected the golden rule! " y'know, you're the first person to ask me that since i've been out here — but yes, i'm searching for someone and need help finding them. "

well, well. it wasn't every day you saw a vault dweller. the blue jumpsuit stood out among all the dull colours in this DYING world. curious light green eyes observed the young woman. this might be most interesting thing she had seen in days, if not years. to think that her father, a brilliant man, had worn that suit almost made her laugh. ALMOST. for he had also been a vaultie. that was why she had a pip-boy on her arm. it had once belonged to him. when he still had been alive. laughing. breathing. joking. but that was a long time ago. now he was dead. like so many others. like her husband.

" that's a stealth boy you're looking at. i bet you don't have these down in the grounds. " it was RARE - to no see lea haugen kicking someone out because they asked the wrong question. asking about her past. about those damn knights. but for the first time in a LONG time, she felt different. fucking hell, it seemed as if she had a soft spot for vault dwellers. " need help with anything? "

@killedarlings liked THIS for a starter from lea (fallout oc)!

#stcrforged #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐃𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. ( lucy maclean. ) / ic. #thank you for this!!

[killedarlings]

I kind of like you.

I think you really like me.

Wolf Pack | 1.08 - “Trophic Cascade”

#𝐃𝐘𝐍. ( nexus & salem. | chaoslulled. ) we kissed in the morning on a summer day; you taste like cigarettes and hurricanes.

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#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐓𝐈. ( ashal. ) / study. #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑. ( natsuo nihara. ) / study. #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀. ( sanemi shinazugawa. ) / study.

[killedarlings]

@sozokami .

it's for but a moment, when his head rests against her, but to him, it's an entire millennia. she's such a tiny thing in comparison to his oh so monstrous form, hardly a stick for him to pick his own fangs with that he easily could snap in half. but he would sooner suffer through the hottest day of the year in the hottest part of the continent than harm her. so when he presses his horned head against her, he closes his eyes to ground himself, to reassure himself that they both are okay — for better or for worse.

his eyes open when she pulls away, heart twisting in his chest as he watches her attempt to fill in the gaps of her mind of their time spent together. ashal only nods in encouragement, willing her to understand that she is the only one that he allows to get close to him. so when the guards come to remove the chains around his mouth and replace it with one for his neck that all gladiators must wear to keep them inside their cells, his fur bristles. but only because celeste is there, motioning him to behave, he complies — but that does not mean he doesn't glare murderously at them until they tremble out of his cell and grant them a moment's solace.

" i thought something happened to you. " he admits in a voice far deeper than when she conjures him a human form, yet carries concern all the same. a haphazardly trimmed fur claw reaches out for her, palm engulfing her lower back to keep her close while she tends to his wounds from earlier that day. " where did you go? "

and it's when that big head nudges a small human frame, that the stars in the sky call back to him. they remember bits and pieces of times where his snow white fur grows red with blood once more, many times and the memories cause her to freeze for but a moment in time.

then the dark orbs that hold stars in black irises look back towards him, fingers sparking with hues reminiscent of the lights from the north that he longs to see and holds his head against. his motions remind her of a creature who faces such deep longing for someone, for her? why her? she does not remember, and it takes everything in her to hinder the emotions on her face.

" .. i've healed you before, " celeste speaks with great sadness, as gaze lingers where open tears stitch themselves together in a way that seems to deny space and time itself. " many.. " it plays in her mind, " many times, oh- handsome yeti, why do you fight so much. " a deep haunting hollow feeling enters her gut as if there's to be guilt to be had, tainting the feeling of comfort and longing so she peels back with a lingering gaze.

there are memories she's lost with this creature, she must have time.

" i will need time, do not disturb us. he's deeply injured and i've healed many tonight so i'm working slow, " and with great reluctance, she steps away from the yeti as they both disappear into his cell. " and take off his chains, please. " she lies so well, for that is not all yeti blood, and so easily because the guards do exactly as asked. with their back turned towards her, she motions him to remain quiet.

#sozokami #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐓𝐈. ( ashal. ) / ic.

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❝ i admit - you’ve done well to stay alive this long. ❞ / joel and lucy.

already wide eyes somehow grow impossibly wider, the vault dweller momentarily caught by a pleasant surprise at the words of kindness her gruff voice, and equally gruff faced, companion has graced her with. or, it's rather what she elects to take as kindness — her and sarcasm don't exactly go hand in hand together. but nevertheless, a smile is quick to appear on her features, the bright white of her teeth such a clear contrast to the otherwise drab and dreary world they've been traveling around together.

" really? " she asks in the most genuine of tones, brows upturning to further indicate that his words have left her both flattered and prideful. it's only been a little more than a week since she's left the vaults in search of her father, and only a few days since she came across dear old mister miller and his not daughter ellie. yeah, she'd say she's doing pretty well for herself so far on the surface.

hands ball into fists that she places on either sides of her hips to sport some sort of heroic pose that compliments her pretty smile. " well, thank you. — y'know, i think that's the nicest thing you've said to me. i knew you weren't so mean under all that grumpiness, mister miller. "

#finaldraft #𝐎𝐎𝐂. / answered. #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐃𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. ( lucy maclean. ) / ic. #nooo it's not a complimentttt fhdsjfs

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Ella Purnell as Lucy MacLean - Every Single 'Okey-Dokey!' Fallout (2024)

#she's so fucking cute #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐃𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. ( lucy maclean. ) / study.

[killedarlings]

to say that her heart skipped a beat would be an exaggeration, for she had no such organ. however, that did not mean that something did not stutter within her at his debonair words and the lack of complaints thereof. she'll be the judge of that — but nevertheless, a glimmer of intrigue flickers for a moment in her amber eyes. an amused hum is what she offers as a response, followed by the quirk of her painted lips. grown used to, she has, to such boastings from clients and their promises of a good time, but here, with oswald, there is a part of her deep down that finds herself believing what he says to be true.

the moment is over as quickly as it came, and cora picks up her dress to allow her to sit. elbows rest on the table, the gold bangles around her wrists clicking as they slide down her forearms. at mention of outside, she too glances over towards the front windows, watching for a beat as the rain begins to pool on the street outside, a sight becoming rather all too familiar in gotham.

" fortunately, we were not hit with the worst of it, " she regards her own words carefully as to not let on any signs of weakness within her syndicate, but like everyone else in this city, the damage caused by the riddler's flooding had certainly left more than a mark. cora hadn't realized she had trailed off, staring out onto the street and lost in her own thoughts until she pulls her gaze back to him, finding that he was already staring at her. " speaking of business, " she quickly clears her throat before she continues, that usual flirtatiousness back in her tone, " i don't imagine it's simply the pleasure of my company why you've asked me here. otherwise, we could have just met at my club. "

the queen of hearts... and oh boy, what a card she is. if he wasn't sure he made the right decision in asking her to meet before, he was now. now that she's right in front of him, in her dolled up beauty, he can see very clearly that yes, this was the right call to make. there's no one that could compare to her, and there's no on else he could see at his side. or rather, who he wants at his side more than her. but he'll get more onto that matter later. the night is still young, they still have a dinner to enjoy, and at the moment, he's too occupied by the feel of her warm breath against his ear. she certainly knows how to get a guy's attention.

he chuckles and leans back just enough for him to turn his head to look at her, just centimeters apart from one another. "well, i ain't had any complaints yet." the air changes, growing warmer with tension. his eyes flick down to her lips and lets his gaze linger there for a second longer. just long enough so he could add, "nor have i left anyone unsatisfied, so." if she wants to play cards, he'll prove that he has good hand to match hers.

"here, allow me." he ultimately pulls away in order to pull her chair out so she could sit before taking his own seat across from her. the waiter finally gathers the courage to approach and asks for their drinking order before shuffling off. a classic vintage red wine ought to do the trick. he turns his attention to the front of the restaurant, to the windows with the rain pouring outside. "nasty business out there. hope you weren't caught up too bad in it." he looks back over at her, certain she'll catch the double meaning of his words.

#44below #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ( cora casali. ) / ic.

[killedarlings]

i've been working on a new oc who's a priest that praises the moon gods. he was originally a follower of the sun goddess, but lost his faith when he was somehow transformed into a vampire and thought it was the sun goddess that punishing him bc he no longer could go out into the sun (and therefore feel the goddess' love) without being burned. so he ends up pledging himself to the moon gods.

#𝐎𝐎𝐂. / mob speaks. #the moon gods are depicted as anthropomorphic wolves #which werewolves in my universe are said to be descendants of #also i'm working on bio writing today so i'll be chilling

[killedarlings]

How about the winner get a kiss from the loser? Do you wanna end up in a coma? You can drain my energy any time, chère. Gambit has plenty.

GAMBIT & ROGUE | X-Men '97 1.03 "Fire Made Flesh"

#gambit tbt // #i'm having so many emotions about them after the latest episode

[killedarlings]

found a new psd i liked so i might have went hog wild and redid my graphics and carrd lmao

#𝐎𝐎𝐂. / mob speaks. #also i've been playing buckshot roulette a lot lately #and i'm thinking about making an oc based off the dealer #anyway i eat now cuz i hungy

[killedarlings]

#𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘋𝘊𝘖𝘓𝘋. indie, private, & selective multimuse, with a primary focus on my original characters. sporadic activity. mutuals only. highly selective. original character and crossover friendly. due to the mature themes that occur on this blog, you must be 18 or older to follow. please read rules before following. non-mutuals and personal blogs do not interact. promo credit.

#𝐎𝐎𝐂. / promos. #ooh this is so pretty!!!

[killedarlings]

forcing himself out of his frozen state the second her face buries itself into his broad chest, he swallows hard the lump that had formed in his throat, shoving down that instinctual urge to push her away as he does everyone. He has to, otherwise they'll get hurt, or worse — that's just how this song and dance always goes. But he manages to break from those thoughts to offer what he hopes is some semblance of comfort, his arms both tight and loose around her, just to let her know that he won't let go until she asks him to.

He exhales softly in amusement as he looks over to the remnants of his wild and crazy night, before he shakes his head. " No worries. Wasn't doing much anyway aside from old reruns. " Picking up on her reclusiveness, he keeps the conversation distracted, and instead focuses on her well being beforehand, as much as his detective nature urged to get to the bottom of everything. " I'll grab some towels to dry you off. You want anything to drink or whatever? "

the moment he reaches out for her, she crumbles. she didn't expect him to be so accepting of her. if anything, she expected him to turn her away. she's been nothing but a hinderance to him, she knows that. yet he still opens his arms for her despite all that. it assures her that she made the right decision in coming here, and she goes into his arms without any hesitance. her face buries into his chest as she focuses only on his comforting words and his strong arms around her. she doesn't just feel safe, but at home too, and that calms her down enough to speak again.

she sniffles and leans back enough for him to see her face, but not without patting at his chest. "i'm sorry i ruined your shirt." her tears and running eyeliner have left a mark. it's anything to avoid talking about the obvious right now, she's not ready yet. "and your night." she adds when her eyes drift past him and she notices the drink left by his chair.

#finaldraft #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. ( cheshire cat. ) / ic.

[killedarlings]

How lovely...

DEMON SLAYER: episode 39 Yūkaku Sennyū 「遊郭潜入」

#thinking about them again #hinatsuru tag tbt //

[killedarlings]

snow white fur is once again stained a dark red; another tally added to an already long list of victories that brings him one more step closer to his ultimate goal. freedom is promised at the end, but it is not his own that he seeks. golden eyes flicker upwards, still bright even in the darkness of the cells, and linger on the black chains clasped around skin somehow far fairer than his fur. it is the only reason why he fights, why he allows himself to be a spectacle of entertainment, so he never has to see her like this ever again.

her words cause his teeth to grit, not because she had offended him, but because he knows what this means. she has forgotten him again, this meeting replaying like it were the first. but rather than snapping his powerful jaws at her like he did back then, he instead complies by lowering himself to her level, allowing her to tend to his wounds.

it is difficult for him to speak to her like this; the same black metal that dangles at her sides have also been fastened around his mouth, sealing it tight. so he lets his actions speak for him. when she reaches out, fingers brushing his fur, ashal leans in to nudge his head against her small frame, pleading to the lights in the night sky he no longer has access to seeing that she'll understand how much he had missed her.

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" oh my, "

celeste leans over the edge of the faded brown stone walls of the coliseum, " why aren't you very handsome-. " the king who holds her freedom long gone as the entertainment's done for the evening, as she brushes finger tips over blood stained scratches and disappears them. it's only aid that remains, and a few gaurds at the doors, some many feet away from them. a sense of privacy where there's actually little.

the warmth in her gaze and the way her heart beats in tune with his betrays that she forgets him, entirely this time.

" you'll let me help you, right? " her voice falters momentarily, stumbling over words that carry the weight of unspoken promises and forgotten oaths. the black chains that dangle by her side serve as a stark reminder of the past, each link a memory bound in shadows.

" it hurts me greatly to see you suffer, greatly," she repeats, her words a plea tinged with sorrow. her fingers instinctively reach for the soft white fur that adorns him. the surprising familiarity of the fur prompts a fleeting question in her mind, a puzzle piece of memory waiting to be unraveled.

" you'll let me help you, yes? " celeste's voice holds a quiet determination.

#sozokami #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐓𝐈. ( ashal. ) / ic. #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄𝐃. / we'll be right back.

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You read me wrong.  I wasn't trying to lead you on. - midnight @ cheshire

maybe it was the stress of the case finally getting to him, causing him to reach out in need for some sort of alleviation, some kind of distraction, that will make him feel something, anything, that wasn't this nothingness. he's been subjected to it for years, the effects of his s.m.i.l.e. medication doing its job in suppressing his mania, but it has in turn made him a shell of his former self, utterly devoid of emotion. he hates it, but not as much as he hates not being in control of himself. it's the only reason why he still takes it each morning.

but with midnight, it's different, she's different. even though he can't laugh or smile, there's still a lightness he feels in his chest whenever she's around, a warmth that spreads through his body when their fingers accidentally brush when they both reach for the same document to examine or when she would laugh at something he would say in his monotonous voice. he hasn't felt something that wasn't emptiness since the last person he got close with. and the last person he got close with was his previous partner. and his previous partner was someone who he had lost, and the reason as to why he started taking those damn pills in the first place.

but perhaps he had read things wrong, because when he leans in, about to close the gap between their lips, she raises a hand to gently place against his own, stopping him. " i— sorry. i don't know what i was thinking. " it's a feeble excuse and shame immediately floods into him, burning the back of his neck as he pulls himself away, attempting to put as much space between them as possible. it was foolish of him to entertain the idea that there was something between them. things were disastrous last time he got close to someone, why should he think this time would be any different?

#sozokami #𝐎𝐎𝐂. / answered. #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. ( cheshire cat. ) / ic. #here have some angst as a treat #i'm slowly piecing together his backstory finally lol

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#𝐃𝐘𝐍. ( bruce & harley | chaoslulled. ) run to the shadows; i'll find you there. #god i love the shadows #her thighs too goddamn... #lord forgive me i'm back on my batquinn bs

[killedarlings]

#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍. ( bruce wayne. ) / study. #sorry i rewatched this and am back in my batman era #you don't understand how much i love this movie #my poor wet little meow meow