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          “I’ll worry about then clean, then, I guess, though some of this stuff in the lab I don’t think you want me touching.”  He doesn’t truly mind, all things considered.  After being assigned here, things have slowed considerably in his actual field -- likely due to knowledge on Veld’s part that this place would be quiet ( if only i hadn’t injured my left arm... ).  So a war on dust it is.  Eyeing one of the examination tables, he internally balks at the slight crust on the restrictive straps.  “Maybe make one of the interns do it...” he mutters, almost as an afterthought.

          He stubbornly refuses to acknowledge the apron comment, not wanting to dig himself a deeper grave with the stupid thing.  Taking his sweater, he notices that the scientist’s fingers seem rather icy.  He gives a slight frown. “Yes...it is warmer than usual outside, despite being only morning.  I think today will be hotter than yesterday.

          “Don’t...forget to actually sleep later.”

#helletic #helletic 1 #v: retributive occupation; #hello it's been 84 years #since going back to work i've been so tired every day #IRONICALLY i have been cleaning everything every day to try to stunt the spread of the plague

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Curtis Edmonds, Rain on Your Wedding Day

Submitted by Curtis Edmonds.

#nightmare; #scrapbook;

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Voici ma participation pour le Character design challenge de ce mois-ci

Vincent Valentine façon Corsaire d’opéra

#nightmare;

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⚰

#nightmare;

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BEAUTIFUL

#avalanche; #strength of heart;

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          -- Quickly, as though lashing out in anger -- ( and his eyes do flash, his brow does lower, and his jaw does clench under that facetious hold ) -- he shoves the WEAPON back, out of his personal space.  The lower half of his face disappears beneath ever-present red mantle, and he affixes the other with a hard stare.

          Thoughts circle through his head, spiralling wildly out of control before fixing on a specific point: father.

          Lucrecia had said he died in that laboratory, on contact with the dark Stream.  She cried, half pushing him away and half clutching him closer ( her nails dug through the more threadbare section of his right sleeve...her clench was uncertain, and that wild emotion made her powerful ), saying how it was her fault.  She had been running tests, prodding and injecting the dark Stream in a mad haste to prove her thesis, chasing a lust of silencing those who scorned her, and then -- had overstepped her bounds.  The dark Stream broke free of the containment, and Vincent’s father had leapt between them.  He had died...in her arms.

          ( but i never blamed her -- not once. )  Such is the foolish blindness of love.  Emotion makes reason grow soft and transparent.

          Anger draws out the Dog in a snap, thrusting the three muzzles against the throat of the one who stokes his ire.  It says more that he doesn’t immediately fire.

          “Quit dodging the question.  What do you want, Chaos?”

@vvalentinus​ asked [ c a r e s s ] -  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

Vincent knows better than to move with the WEAPON looming in his personal space, freed now from the shackles of his own body, a rabbit caught in a hole with the fox’s teeth snapping for his face.  He knows better than to blink when eyes as cold as the claws clamped on his jaw are moving over his face, though what they look for… he in uncertain, unsure, unsteady in his footing.

What do you want?  He’d asked and Chaos had not replied.  Three decades fused to one another, barely a year apart, and still this mystery between them, this animosity he thought might have eased after the DeepGround incident.

Not the case, a foolish man’s fancy, if the WEAPON’s expression is anything to go by.  The kind of distant fascination one might regard an ant with before crushing it under a shoe.

“What do you want?”  He asks again, ignoring the slice of pain as sharp tips cut into delicate skin, straining against Chaos’ hold.  A snort is his only answer, something akin to amusement flickering in those gold eyes as his jaw is released, only for those claws to stroke his injured cheek, tender as a lover’s touch and oh his stomach curdles.  Can’t draw his gun, that hand caught, but magic still an option -

“You look like him,” the WEAPON says in a raspy drawl.

“Who?”

“Your father.  Just… before… I… killed him.”

#planetsxend #planetsxend 3 #this is why we can't have nice things i s2g

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overwatch sentence starters

❝ it’s just a scratch, you’ll be fine. ❞ ❝ one of these days someone is gonna put an end to you. ❞ ❝ you know nothing. ❞ ❝ i don’t even feel the cold. ❞ ❝ i don’t get mad. i get even. ❞ ❝ you speak of law and order, but you must know life is chaotic by its very nature. ❞ ❝ let us discuss your failures. ❞ ❝ you have overstayed your welcome. ❞ ❝ victory is everything. ❞ ❝ your emotions make you vulnerable. ❞ ❝ there is disquiet in your soul. ❞ ❝ it’d be a shame if something happened to you. a real pity. ❞ ❝ i need a drink. ❞ ❝ big mouth, big target. ❞ ❝ tell me your thoughts, my friend. ❞ ❝ ever get that feeling of deja vu? ❞ ❝ i will put you in your place. ❞ ❝ i do what i must for my people. ❞ ❝ where’s the fun in playing fair? ❞ ❝ bones heal, pain is temporary; scars look good. ❞ ❝ act normal, that’s crazy enough. ❞ ❝ lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞ ❝ someday i’m just gonna leave you. ❞ ❝ i don’t like talkers. ❞ ❝ if you hold the information, you hold all the cards. ❞ ❝ don’t call me a hero. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen worse, you’re going to live. ❞ ❝ that’s ‘sir’ to you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t start this war…but i’m damn well gonna finish it. ❞ ❝ the stars are like trees in a forest, alive and breathing. and they’re watching us. ❞ ❝ pretty place. be a shame to have to kill someone here. ❞ ❝ you sure take this bad guy thing seriously, don’t you? ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❞ ❝ if it lives, i can kill it. ❞ ❝ i’m an army of one. ❞ ❝ c-can you hear that music? ❞ ❝ put your security in my hands. ❞ ❝ your mother was a hero to me. to all of us. ❞ ❝ how can you even look at yourself in the mirror? ❞ ❝ you are looking as lovely as ever. ❞ ❝ life is pain. so is death. ❞ ❝ i killed only because it was necessary. ❞ ❝ i wonder what’s locked up in that brain of yours… ❞ ❝ i hear there’s a nice reward for bringing you in. ❞ ❝ i hate to see your talents wasted. ❞ ❝ the world decided it didn’t need you anymore. ❞ ❝ i make my own luck. ❞ ❝ wanting a better life for you was all i ever dreamed of. ❞ ❝ it’s an honour fighting by your side. ❞ ❝ follow me if you want to live. ❞ ❝ oh, you look tired. ❞ ❝ shh. the adults are talking. ❞ ❝ i’m too old for surprises. ❞ ❝ never stop fighting for what you believe in. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing i haven’t seen before. ❞ ❝ you need to learn to relax. ❞ ❝ i’ve saved your life. it belongs to me now. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a bullet with your name on it. ❞ ❝ why are you so angry? ❞ ❝ the world is worth fighting for. ❞ ❝ i know the evil that lurks in the hearts of men. ❞ ❝ you know, smoking’s bad for your health. ❞ ❝ what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ ❝ there are still people i need to protect. ❞ ❝ old soldiers are hard to kill. ❞ ❝ i tried being reasonable. didn’t take to it. ❞ ❝ you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞ ❝ i’ve come back from worse. ❞ ❝ that went against my better nature. ❞ ❝ are you scared? ❞ ❝ have you prepared for your end? i have. ❞ ❝ let’s see a smile! ❞ ❝ imagine the worst possible outcome. now…avoid that. ❞ ❝ you know, you were never my type. ❞ ❝ is it hot in here, or is it just me? ❞ ❝ mind your manners. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. after everything that happened, i needed time. ❞ ❝ repitition teaches the smart. ❞ ❝ brave of you to show your face around here. ❞ ❝ my fate is written in blood. ❞ ❝ it’s nothing personal, just the way things go. ❞ ❝ you picked the wrong fight. ❞ ❝ do you trust me? ❞ ❝ my wanderings brought me to this place. it was not to my liking. ❞ ❝ master your fears, lest they master you. ❞ ❝ how do you even live? ❞ ❝ such beauty is wasted upon the soul of a killer. ❞ ❝ nothing wrong with a little self improvement. ❞ ❝ i’m feeling young again. ❞ ❝ you were once a legend, but what are you now? just a shell of a woman. ❞ ❝ who taught you to fight like that? ❞ ❝ learn from the pain. ❞ ❝ i get the feeling you’re not taking me seriously. ❞ ❝ history will forget you. ❞ ❝ welcome to the apocalypse. ❞ ❝ i’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. ❞ ❝ i am not your savior. ❞ ❝ violence is usually the answer. ❞ ❝ killing is as easy as living. ❞ ❝ i believe you could find peace, if you were to search within yourself. ❞ ❝ i stopped you once. i can do it again. ❞ ❝ you are the embodiment of chaos. ❞ ❝ you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞ ❝ i take it you don’t want my autograph, then. ❞ ❝ i’ve stitched you up so many times i’m surprised you can still fight ❞ ❝ you of all people are going to ask me that? ❞ ❝ i don’t even know you anymore… ❞ ❝ respect your elders. ❞ ❝ if we fight again, i can’t promise you’ll walk away this time. ❞ ❝ i still love you. ❞ ❝ you don’t know how to stay down when you’re beaten. ❞ ❝ i expected more from you. ❞ ❝ the destruction here…it reminds me of home. ❞ ❝ don’t underestimate me. ❞ ❝ i always have the last word. ❞ ❝ come at the king, you better not miss. ❞ ❝ was that supposed to scare me? ❞ ❝ just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ ❝ stop coming after me. ❞ ❝ revenge takes only the one who seeks it. ❞ ❝ the heart of a man still beats inside me. ❞ ❝ i’d say it’s not my problem, but it usually is. ❞ ❝ i was supposed to protect you. ❞ ❝ i know what you are. i am only sorry that you do not. ❞ ❝ you won’t believe what i learned about you. ❞ ❝ i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ ❝ our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ ❝ i suspect you will be forever unsatisfied. ❞ ❝ you were the only one who stayed up so late. i enjoyed our conversations. ❞ ❝ it is not too late to change your course. ❞ ❝ you may be fast, but you ain’t faster than a bullet. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d see this place again. ❞ ❝ it takes a woman to know it. ❞ ❝ no, you find living a challenge. ❞ ❝ so this is what has become of you? a pity. ❞ ❝ i think we got off on the wrong foot. ❞ ❝ if your mother could see you now i think she’d be proud of you. ❞ ❝ this is not the end of the world. ❞ ❝ i’ve been having the worst headaches. ❞ ❝ need someone to tuck you in? ❞ ❝ i don’t feel. that’s the point, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ why am i being subjected to this agony? ❞ ❝ get too close to the sun and you’re gonna burn. ❞ ❝ learn from the pain. ❞ ❝ do you need a hug? ❞ ❝ stupidity is not a right. ❞ ❝ they used to believe that witches lived in these woods. ridiculous, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you really should take better care of yourself. ❞ ❝ sometimes i wonder why i even bother. ❞ ❝ i will fight to my last breath. ❞ ❝ your mother always hoped you’d follow in her footsteps. ❞ ❝ i killed only because it was necessary. ❞ ❝ you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ ❝ one a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞ ❝ i’m not a miracle worker. well…not always. ❞ ❝ sorry. sorry. i’m very sorry. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ what is tranquility, but stagnation? ❞ ❝ you know, i still owe you for saving my life that one time. ❞ ❝ you were always a charmer. ❞ ❝ sometimes you scare me. ❞ ❝ you are looking quite well. this life must agree with you. ❞ ❝ i thought you were dead. ❞ ❝ do i look like an angel of mercy to you? ❞ ❝ to know yourself is to be at peace. ❞ ❝ all bark, no bite. ❞ ❝ you seem nice. i hate to kill you. ❞ ❝ you are mistaken. i am beyond redemption. ❞ ❝ the world could always use more heroes. ❞

#meme;

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Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

#nightmare; #the one who should have slept; #scrapbook;

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#nightmare;

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Feeling bad knowing that I will have to wait 2~3 years to see his remake version…

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I’ll be going now. I’ll come back when it’s all over.

Two decades later, and it’s still my favorite game. I’m glad I could finally paint the whole cast. Thanks to my Patreon Faemily for making this possible!.  Prints are available via Etsy.

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what’s up, this is a newly rebooted, first class ex-SOLDIER cloud strife of ffviir ( but also og vii, advent children - a personal fave, and many other cloud versions ). written by one old person named ronan. cannot stress 18+ enough. i’ve been away a long time from tumblr but really missed this boyo, so here i am once again givin the good ol’ rp a go. here be multiverses, old icons from advent days, selective activity because i’m super unmotivated during this hell called quarantine, and rusty writing. there’s nothing more i can say in this plain jane promo other than i hope you give us a chance, and some patience as i resettle back into the rp world with one precious boy. anyway, i’ll mosey on and maybe see you. 

#promo;

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@vvalentinus​ wanted ♥ - a cuddle

Perhaps it speaks volumes of their history together that no weapon is drawn at Vincent’s approach.

Perhaps it speaks volumes of their familiarity with one another that Chaos holds still until Vincent is settled, eyebrows migrating towards his hairline when it becomes clear his former host’s pillow of choice is him, trapped under a loose-limbed sprawl.

Like having a contrary cat around the house.

“Comfy?”  He asks, linking fingers and claws at the small of Vincent’s back, effectively holding him close, and laughs when the only reply he gets is a content hum.

#gayyyyy #saved;

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added an exclusives page. 

@planetsxend​ is my only chaos.

@makofused​ is my only cloud.

#reload; #blog update;

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helletic‌:

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“Perhaps everything around here is ugly but comfortable, just like the rest of us.” That was probably a joke, but Hojo speaks so flatly he sounds like he might just think that. He draws his hands into the holes of his lab coat, and puts them in the pockets of the sweater. He warms them for just a bit, and brings them out, to continue working.

“No need for that.” Hojo gestured to some empty cans of energy drinks by the sink. He had had at least five of them by himself, unless someone else had been there that night. “If you want to be my maid, you can take those to the recycling bin for me.”

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         “Hn.”  Not quite a laugh, but his lips quirk minutely ( probably missed by the professor so engrossed in his work ).  He isn’t incorrect, by any means.  For a mansion, everything inside is more functional than for show -- they don’t exactly invite guests over, after all.

          He shrugs and saunters to the small pile.  They’ll be crushed upstairs, where the noise won’t be annoying.  Though at that comment... “Please, not you, too.”  Perhaps it is his own fault, but honestly who could blame him -- the two scientists are so busy with their work, and the other assistants that come and go are put to their use immediately.  Recognizing the necessity of a clean work/home space, Vincent took it on himself to clean the frequently used places and nag the interns to keep their sleeping quarters tidy.  “Lucrecia already threatens to dress me in a maid’s apron every time she sees me cleaning something.”

#helletic #helletic 1 #v: retributive occupation; #i present to you: vincent the makeshift butler

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”You can call me anytime you want, even if you don’t really have a reason to.”

         “Hmph.  Don’t presume this makes us friends.”

         His phone snaps shut, having successfully committed the Turk’s contact information to its digital memory.  He regards her carefully.  She has always been familiar somehow, as if he should know her face, but he has never quite put his finger on why.  He has always thought so, and during her injuries after the Remnants he had ample time to study her features.  Certainly he did not know her before his sleep; she is not older enough.  No one before his death resembled her, either...

           Despite his harsh words, his curiosity has the better of him. “...What is your reason for this occupation?  You do not seem to have the common countenance for it.”

#petitepistol #petitepistol 1 #v: main; #i think a lot about how the only canon interaction vincent has with tseng & elena is saving their lives tbh

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boundwithindarkness‌:

What WAS there to say? SPAT BACK, denied by the LIFESTREAM itself, denied the DEATH his dear BROTHER had apparently chosen for him - Nero was imply left to WANDER in his DISHEVELLED state; “…Quite UNEXPECTED?” 

          “...Not really.  I was never sure if you actually died.”

          During the final battle, it was clear that Nero was inside Omega -- the pure being was tainted.  A side-effect of Weiss accepting his darkness-wielding counterpart is that the WEAPON was weakened, just a crack.  But a crack, coupled with a hard skull and harder determination, creates an opportunity.

          The world did not die that day.

          “During the fight with Weiss...you didn’t dissolve into the dark Stream.”

#boundwithindarkness #boundwithindarkness 1 #v: main;