#curaetive

[ofdamages-arc]

@curaetive said: "I want you to turn me." for damon!

as soon as he's done choking on his drink, he thinks how absolutely cliche of a reaction it is. it's just that they've never really talked about it before. there have been jokes and the passing comment about forever this or always that. she's never just come out and said it like that, though. "katie..." what could he possibly say? deflection seems like the only option. he places his glass gently on the table and turns to face her more fully. "where is this coming from?"

#curaetive #( Damon. ) #wow ok i love this

[dementedspeedster]

⇕ kon :)

Accepting || My muse cannot lie ! @curaetive (Thad: I will get revenge, Katie. I swear it.)

⇕ - And a name to ask if they would sleep with them.

'Fuck you.' Thad mouths the words as he points and shoots Katie a glare, "You really just had to do this to me didn't you?"

Thad clicks his tongue clearly annoyed, "...Yes, I would. Because occasionally I'm an idiot ruled by things other than logic."

#ask #curaetive #this took longer than it should cause I had to edit my original edit of this icon.

[myhiraeth]

@curaetive​ I can’t find the original (was it an ask or a answered meme oops) but have a thing: 

A frown mars her brow and lips purse, hand reaching up to cup his cheek for half a moment’s time. “I mean it, Lou boo… you keep showing up here all banged up and it’s starting to make me worry. I can fix you. Trust me.” Blue eyes wide with sincerity, katie takes his hand in her own, covering his bloodied knuckles with her palm.

Taking a deep breath, she lets her eyes fall shut, wincing ever so slightly as a tingly sort of warmth seems to flow between them. Looking closely would reveal her own knuckles looking worse for wear, but only for a moment. The skin knits itself back together, and when she finally lets his hand go, there’s not even a trace of his cuts and scrapes. “See,” Katie murmurs, “Let me help you…”

He grins at her words, leaning into her touch. “Don’t worry so much, baby. I’m tougher than I look.” Which was saying something considering his usual state of being. But then she’s taking his hand, and his skin tingles beneath hers. He watches their hands, watches his own injuries claw their way out of her own knuckles and his hand tenses under hers, trying to pull away but she’s holding onto his hand tightly.

Finally she releases him and he doesn’t look at his own hand first, he grasps hers, studying it worriedly. He knows the marks on his skin as intimately as a lover; always cataloguing his injuries, always taking stock of what hurts, what doesn’t, what’s ready to hurt again. He knows these marks, these marks are his- but they’re not anymore? They’re hers… or they were, moments ago. The wounds vanish and he drops her hand, taking an almost nervous step away from her, cracking his knuckles and feeling the unfamiliar sensation of… nothing. No pain, no twinges of ache, no anything.

“Don’t do that again, kate, okay?” Flustered blue eyes meet hers, still a pace away from her, watching her warily, like he expects her to jump him and take the rest of his wounds away, the rest of the lingering aches he’s given to his body since teenhood. “Don’t fix me, don’t take the pain, please.” There’s a desperate lilt to his voice, “You can’t do that, okay?” Already there’s an itch to go back to the Pit, to regain his blood and bruises, to regain that visible badge of brawling honor. What if he forgot what the pain felt like? What if he couldn’t take it again next time? What if the monster notices he’s not in pain, how quickly will he lose control on himself? What happens then?

He doesn’t know. He hasn’t been uninjured since he was fifteen. It’s the only way to keep himself balanced.

#curaetive #louis warren. / int. / katie bell. / curaetive #lou is shoooooketh

[redsleuthed]

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) -- nurse katie says 'i don't think so, red.' hehe

❝I need to go, Katie. You don't know what's at stake. ❞ With the Joker out of Arkham, every second counted. Every minute that passed was an innocent bystander harmed. Although he was badly wounded, he pushed against her hand. ❝ I have to go... ❞ He said, as his body betrayed him as the effects of the strong medications started to make him drowsy. ❝ Don't take off my cowl. ❞ He said, before passing out.

#curaetive

[optimisticrobin]

@curaetive

It wasn't the first time he'd been shot.

In his line of work, it was practically an occupational hazard. It was the first time he'd been shot as plain old Dick Grayson though and he had to say, without Kevlar protection, bullets hurt that much more.

It had been a charity event. He'd been attending the opening of a new youth centre he'd helped fund in an attempt to tackle the rise in youth related crime. He'd been stood in front of the entrance, giving the speech he'd spent hours preparing when the bullet tore into his side.

There was screaming and frantic movement as someone rushed to his side and then...nothing.

He woke up in a hospital bed, and he had to say, he felt pretty damn good. Of course, he was dosed up on pain meds, and he'd no doubt feel like crap when they wore off, but for now, he felt good.

#curaetive #verse; nightwing

[volucerrubidus]

@curaetive liked for a monster >:3

They were beginning to wonder if they'd always meet their fellow out in the shadows of their doomed city. It seemed to be a... habit. "It's you!" He rasped, upon recognizing her.

"Hello again. Whose shape have you taken this time? Anything new?"

#[friends............. 🥺] #{starters} #curaetive #{a lifetime in hell - night demons au}

[detectivewoof]

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

Looking up, perhaps a bit comedic with the way he had been in the middle of working on the sixth or so concha from the bag he had. Gut reaction? He wants to say no. Sense of duty? Well, that says yes, so he swallows the chunk of bread.

"Yeah. Y' need something?"

#curaetive #reporting currently «¤» ( in character #case inquiries within «¤» ( asks #katie no these are his >:(

[masquenoire]

"It's your birthday, too? Well... happy birthday!"

"Same to you, though I sure hope you've been having a good day..." How nice they shared a birthday! His own special day hasn't been too terrible; putting some shmuck through a round of torture always put Roman in a good mood, though he strongly doubted she'd find similar appeal.

#curaetive #Happy (Belated) Birthday to you too Katie! #Roman also be like 'here have a drink on the house if you're at my club' #21st March birthday besties gotta have a good time #She could probably do without the torture though #Shame really #The screams really spice up a boring day

[cthrsis]

lays her head on isaac's tiddies

      “ Oof. “ An exagerated sound coming from him. But he is dramatic and she didn’t warn him that was what she was going to do. “ Can I help you, @curaetive​?”

#curaetive #v | isaac lahey . #v | ic reply . #Ⅰ | inbox . #tada!

[diicktective]

“Why are you covered in blood?”

@curaetive

" I UH , " Swift glances down at himself, back up at her. " SAW something."

He's suddenly, ridiculously glad she's here. THE CRAFT is different for everyone, yada fuckin' ya, but at least he doesn't have to bullshit Katie about the whole vision thing.

"This HAPPENS sometimes, like -- " still doesn't know quite how to describe blood that's all his & someone else's & no one's at all. Still defers to the most practical, "the BITCH ghost of CASES FUTURE . "

The detective stumbles to his chair. Collapses in it. Rubs his aching eyes with his thumbs till the afterimages crawl back into view.

" COULDJA -- " Swift's not used to actually NEEDING his sort've - employee for much beyond the MEDICAL ; is even a little sheepish about it. "Couldja write down some names 'n shit for me ? While I got it all fresh ? "

#curaetive #v:: ｔｈｅ ｂｌｏｏｄｌｉｔ ｄａｒｋ #i just think katie & psychic swift <3

[dementedspeedster]

:)

@curaetive

Thad's eyes glance down at the shirt and then back up at Katie with a look of clear and distinct disappoint on his face as he sighs.

"...Thanks. I hate it. I hate it so goddamn much."

#ask #curaetive

[myhiraeth]

@curaetive​ sent: "I didn't know where else to go." / for louis Send "I didn't know where else to go." For your muse to show up at my muse’s door.

“ Baby, ohh, come here. ”   He opens his arms to her and lets her step forward into his hug and wraps his arms around her, nuzzling at her soft hair.   “ What happened, who am I beating up? ”   He leans back, taking his arms back from around her only so he could cup her face, thumbs brushing gently across her cheeks to wipe away her tears.   “ Tell me what’s up, we can fix it. ” 

#curaetive #louis warren. / int. / katie bell. / curaetive

[redsleuthed]

“What do you look like under there? Are you hiding a giant scar? Do you have freckles? …… Are you ginger??”

❝ What do you think? ❞ He answered. The questions came out of the blue and he was hesitant to answer them. There was no way she would ever guess the rich and sort of famous (at least in Gotham) Timothy Drake-Wayne. It would strangely specific to guess that. ❝ Why don't we play Hot or Cold for the next questions, and I'll let you know which one you're closest to. ❞ // @curaetive

#curaetive

[valorems]

@curaetive asked: ‘  is he cute or is he just 6’5…..in this essay i will  ’ | LOL MEMES

"Here's my take on the matter of height. It shouldn't really matter UNLESS you need him to reach something from the top shelf and you can't reach it yourself." Mon-El explained. "But if he can FLY then it shouldn't really matter at all because he could just fly up and get what you need down from the shelf just like that."

#answered meme #curaetive #v: canon

[volucerrubidus]

[  STROKE  ]  

Violent vs. Soft II Accepting

Tim's eyes fluttered a little. "Katie-Kat..." He mumbled quietly. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna fall asleep on top of you. Don't test me-- I'll do it. Just when you think I'm kidding?"

They yawned. "That's when I... that's when I str... Strike."

#[pls.... they....] #{answered asks} #curaetive

[br00na]

Eu não sei I don't know

Tudo está cinza

everything is gray

Sem forma

Without shape

Escuro

dark

Não sinto cheiro de nada

I don't smell anything

Não consigo mover a perna

I can't move my leg

Mexo uma delas pela metade

One of then, i can move just haf

Mexo a outra inteira

The other one, i can move entire

Não lembro o que aconteceu

I don't remember what happened

Edu está do meu lado

Edu is by my side

Mãe está do meu lado

Mother is on the other side

Não vejo o seu rosto

I can't see her face

Ela está pálida,

She ir pale,

Eu usaria o lápis de cor cinza para pinta-la

I wold use a grey colored pencil to draw it

Ela não acorda

She doesn't wake up

Ela tem uma gota de sangue na orelha

She has a drop of blood in her ear

Ela não vai acordar

She won't wake up

Eu sinto tudo

I fell everything

Agora, eu não sinto nada

Now, i don't fell anything

Como eu faço para sair daqui?

How do i get out of here?

#luto #perdas #dealing with grief #griefrecovery #saúde mental #health #terapia #recovery #childhood trauma #ptsd recovery #trauma #support #curaetive #free write