* SCARLET MAGE!

the blood on your hands tastes like love!

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push and pull me, build then ruin me -- how close is your past? 'cause it consumes me!  bend and break, ignore then take, you play me like a hammer on a glass piano!   ind. fate master oc / written by mochi ( credit. )  carrd. 

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From the second I walked in I planned my attack– three packets in hand, I sat at my usual table in back.  he might’ve been calling the numbers, but I was calling thе shots. after four in a row I jumped up and yellеd “Someone should call the cops, I’m killin’ it!”      ind. alucard of hellsing / written by mochi !  blog is oc & crossfandom friendly!  

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I got the job! 

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there isn’t any god and when you die, you’re just dead and heaven’s just a fairytale to put you to the bed there ain’t nobody watching us, ‘cause nobody cares and in the end we’re living all alone.   ind. alucard of hellsing / written by mochi ( credit. )

† carrd.

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My alucard edits fuck so far but are ........ tropophobia heavy 

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@hellslngs​ said: “ I don’t need to go to a hospital. “  ↪ from injured / injury starters

“Famous last words of a fool.”  She hisses, “But you’re incredibly lucky, you don’t need to go to a hospital.”  gloved fingers shove the Master back into the nearest seat, and tries to ignore the curious and looming shadow of one Alucard over her shoulder.  Persephone peels her glove off, looks up at Integra with a curt notice:  “This is going to hurt.”  And digs her fingers into the bullet wound.  

-- A clean exit.  That’s good.  

The familiar slime and slip of scarlet on her fingers is a disturbing comfort.  She calls the heat to answer her, and it does.  The blood sings, and stitches veins back together.   When she pulls her fingers free, the hole is barely more than a scratch.  

--- “For the record, you definitely needed a hospital.” 

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cheesy pick up lines.

“You know what’s beautiful? Read the first word.” “Are you flappy bird? Cause I could tap you all night.” “Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!” “I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.” “Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.” “I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?” “I bet you play soccer, because you’re a keeper.” “Are you an orphanage? Cause I wanna give you kids.” “I’m not staring at your boobs. I’m staring at your heart.” “Do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.” “Are you a campfire? Cause you are hot and I want s'more.” “Hello, I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart.” “I’m no organ donor but I’d be happy to give you my heart.” “Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?” “If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?” “You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.” “Do you have a name or can I call you mine?” “Are you Google? Because I’ve just found what I’ve been searching for.” “There’s a big sale in my bedroom right now. Clothes are now 100% off!” “Let’s commit the perfect crime: I’ll steal you’re heart, and you’ll steal mine.” “I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away!” “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?” “I think there’s something wrong with my eyes because I can’t take them off you.” “If you were a potato, you’d be a sweet one.” “Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams all night?” “Are you my Appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out.”

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noircisaint​:

⠀⠀           clever woman. rather then to test patience, she knew to obey. tenseness of moments before thinned. the blade eventually lowering from the neck. remaining in hand however, as a lingering threat.

⠀⠀           eyes then lowered to the ‘gift’.

⠀⠀           disgusting.

⠀⠀           the single thought upon the mind.

⠀⠀           ❝ tell me. are you truly so brave to offer the spirit you summoned the very item that caused their demise? do you seek death this earnestly? ❞ swiping at the outstretched hand to snatch the item, the Vengess inspected it closer.

⠀⠀           dark oak. even if lacking knowledge of nature, and having the inability to name plants on sight, she could never fail to recognize this.

⠀⠀           ❝ you ought to explain fast for what reason you have summoned me. your rapidly shrinking life may depend on it. ❞

“I thought you might want to destroy it.  To dispose of it. If not, I can throw it in the hearth.”  Persephone offers explanation cautiously, taking a deep breath when the sword is removed from her throat, and the offensive oak snatched out of her grasp.  “Such a relic of your suffering shouldn’t exist, right?” 

“I sought the service of ... your myth, for the Grail War.  But I wasn’t aware summoning an Avenger would even be such a possibility.  I thought ... if there was anyone who I could fight beside to win, if anyone could help me crush anyone in the path of my desires -- it would have been you.”  It’s clear that Avenger was not what she anticipated.  She thought Joan of Arc would be a Saber, or a Lancer.  

This shade of vengeance will be harder to bargain with. 

“The grail will grant a wish, yours and mine.  If you will help me.”  Not serve.  Percy can’t imagine calling her a Servant.  “Please.” 

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adergral​:

’ hm . ’ the  bell  chimes  as  alabaster  hands  rest  upon  her  lap  as  she  ponders  on her  answer  .   that  is  quite  the  question .   she  is  not  born  of  the  flesh  ,   in  fact  her  birth  was  something  of  a  mishap  -  in  spite  of  that  she  had  a  purpose.  pools  of  carbuncle  gaze  toward   the   master  ,   perhaps  this  is  sufficient.  ❝ i  was  not given  the  capabilities  to  feel , that would  have  been  poor  craft  to  make  a  construct  ’ feel ’.  ❞  she  paused.  ❝ despite  what  i  lack  , i  do  not  feel  the  need to ’ belong ’ but , i  do  have  a purpose   among  the  Einzberns.  i  cannot  understand  your  feelings  ,   i  cannot  empathize  ,  but  you  are  here  for  a  purpose .  what  is  a  body  of  anything  but  a vessel ? ❞

“You don’t ... feel?  At all?”  While that might seem sad upon first impression, there is the knowledge that being unable to feel means it can’t be sad not to feel at all.  It begs a philosophical question that Persephone doesn’t have the answer to-- she doesn’t know what it means to be as Justeaze is.  She cannot fathom it.  

She makes a good point all the same;  What is a body of anything but a vessel?  The seat of the soul.  Without all the confusion of feelings, are Homunculi perhaps closer to the true nature of their souls than humans?  Perhaps that’s what makes them such effective mages.  Philosophical indeed. 

“I don’t know about poor craft.  Some argue the capacity for feeling is the seat of willpower.  Negative feelings drive us, positive feelings bolster us ... but I couldn’t say what any of that means for certain.  I’m not much a scholar.  No one can argue you lacking as a mage at all, I suppose in terms of whether it would be poor craft to have given you feelings, it’s a question of whether they would have made you stronger or weaker.  Who knows.” 

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flodeuyns​:

     … bold, she is.  he turns to look at her with furrowed brows and a tightened grip on his staff.  the weight of a legend… no, many legends.  his own; artoria’s; the knights; the paladins… every life he’s ever touched, he is interwoven into their narrative like a painfully off-color thread in a grand tapestry… to put it simply, it’s unbearable.

     ❛   do you ask hard questions to everyone you meet, or am i special?   ❜     comes a playful, teasing response.  merlin’s face relaxes, and then shifts into a deflective grin.

     ❛   i quite like the attention, really~,   ❜     a bold-faced lie,     ❛   i don’t feel human things like ‘stress’, so i’m pretty completely chill all the time!  it’s also why my skin is so clear!   ❜     

“Not ... usually.”  She’s grateful for his graciousness.  It just slipped out!  Blame it on the shock and awe of seeing Merlin himself in the flesh.  In a real grail war, who could possibly hope to ever summon a spirit so well known?  Chaldea is flocked to the brim with them, names and spirits and vessels of such reknowned, who could help but be overwhelmed within their presence.  

She smiles at his good natured jest, and despite a distinct feeling that such may not be the entire truth, it isn’t her place to question him.  

“Oh?  Well your skin is very nice for a man who doesn’t look anywhere near half is age.”   She teases, voice and brow lilting up in suggestion of play.  

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noircisaint​:

⠀⠀           upon the speaking of that name gilded eyes sends their regards with the sharpest glare.

⠀⠀           in a twisted sense, yes. this was indeed Jeanne d’Arc. however, in this instance, this form, being addressed with that name… 

⠀⠀           within a moment blade was drawn, swung with murderous malice, halting at the edge of the magus’ neck. ❝ do not ever refer to me by that name. you will address me as ‘Avenger’. make this mistake once and no more. ❞

She doesn’t flinch, by some miracle.  Good thing, too, the edge of the sword against her neck might cut if she does.  But honeyed eyes go wide.  It certainly isn’t the most Masterly thing, when Percy holds up her hands in a display of peace and quietly acquiesces:  “Yes, of course.  I’m sorry, Avenger.”  

“Avenger.”  She’s heard about this class;  individuals of great power who loathe the lives they lived so much it carries them on after death ... how unexpected.  She thought -- well, what she thought doesn’t matter.  It isn’t the truth.  ( Oh, doesn’t it turn the saddest spin upon it all?  A woman put to the pyre burning with hatred for everyone who put her there.  The story has always made Percy want to cry, it’s somehow so much worse to know how much malice came behind it all. ) 

She doesn’t imagine her pity would be well received.  

The catalyst that summoned her: a piece of the pyre.  She clutches the charred, petrified wood in one hand, and offers it outstretched to her. 

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Injured/Injury Starters

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?” 

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A basic verse page is up now.  I’m probably going to spend a lot of time today fine tuning my carrd since I’m finally getting the hang of how to use it. 

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* feel free to tap the heart anytime you see this post and I’ll come by to plot with you!

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* feel free to tap this permanent starter call at anytime, or if you see it come up! 

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a ransom in blood -- edits for persephone ( 1 / ? )    * mutuals are okay to reblog.