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archived simon blackquill rp blog

[yuuqamijin-blog]

would you please like or reblog this if you’re interested in rping with a simon blackquill?? i havent been in the aa comm for almost a year so i thought itd be nice to get a fresh start since my muse is back

[yuuqamijin-blog]

would you please like or reblog this if you’re interested in rping with a simon blackquill?? i havent been in the aa comm for almost a year so i thought itd be nice to get a fresh start since my muse is back

[yuuqamijin-blog]

would you please like or reblog this if you’re interested in rping with a simon blackquill?? i havent been in the aa comm for almost a year so i thought itd be nice to get a fresh start since my muse is back

[insomniacprosecutor-blog]

     aaaa im so sorry i havent been on again for a while;; ive been busy as of late and i havent found time to come on!! ill probably be more available later in the week and ill do everything i owe then!!

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theothervonkarmagirl:

“Really?” she said, wrapping the scarf around the source of impact. “That makes you just a little younger than me. I am thirty-one.”

She decided not to warn him before pressing down on the wound as hard as she could in an attempt to stop the bleeding. “This is a bit unrelated,” her voice strained slightly from the effort. “But…what year is it?”

A strained groan of pain was elicited from the prosecutor at the sudden pressure. It was a sensible thing to do, he supposed, but did it hurt? Absolutely. If he had the strength, he likely would have shoved her off if only to save himself the pain.

“...2028.”

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fan-tasticfour:

‘I know’ and ‘Thank you’ were on the tip on his tongue and battling it out, but neither came. Dammit. It was frustrating wanting to talk about something important but feeling like someone had shoved a brick down his throat every time he tried to speak. Why did this always happen?

It took a minute of silence and deep breathing, but he finally managed to shake off some nervousness and hummed tentatively.

“I’m…too hesitant,” he confessed quietly, in the end. “Too scared. And it’s…preventing me from hearing Owen.” He clenched his fists again. “I told him we’d bring him over. To us. To connect. But I can’t because I’m terrified of what could happen and I hate it. I– fuck, I hate me! I just– I dunno, I figured that maybe someone punching me would do something. It’s not exactly an approach I’ve tried before. I dunno.”

“What would make you scared of that...? I can imagine it might be strange, and take some time to get used to, but there must be something specific causing this anxiety, yes?” He rubbed Uendo’s shoulder comfortingly, as much as he could be.

“That aside, I’m sure Owen will understand. He is a smart boy, and he has been on his own long enough to know how to manage. There’s no need to rush things if it’s causing you distress.” 

[insomniacprosecutor-blog]

fan-tasticfour:

“Is being a masochist a good enough excuse?” he asked. “…I’m just kidding, I’m not into that. Basically what’s going on is that–”

And then his voice stuck.

…Shit.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, hoping he could will something to come out– a word, a sound, something that wasn’t just a defeated breath– but nothing else did. He stared at the ground, clenching his fists.

Sometimes he just really…really hated himself.

“...” He understood. Perhaps, not exactly, but he knew that sort of... self-destructive feeling. He struggled with it on and off throughout his sentence, and especially in the moments after that case. He approached, placing his hands on the other man’s shoulders with intention of helping him ground himself.

“...Take all the time you need, but-- speak to me. I am here to aid you, not do you harm.”

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airtorakugo:

“Simon.. those sound like they reeeally hurt..”

What to do with this one? They sure looked bad, and she wanted to do something about them. That wince in pain wasn’t helping the thought.

How did she manage when Patches got himself bitten? It was just like that. But Simon was stubborn.

“They could be infected like this. Are you really sure about that?”

“Yes, they hurt, but...” Simon gave a shaky sigh. He was too stubborn to admit that he needed the help she suggested. “They just need to be cleaned. And bandaged. It will be fine. I’ve treated my own wounds before...”

[insomniacprosecutor-blog]

theothervonkarmagirl:

Maria chewed the inside of her lip as she read the growing bleariness in Simon’s eyes. “S-Simon Blackquill,” she said, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way to keep him from passing out. “I don’t think I’ve ever asked you this, but how old are you?”

She was hoping that he still had enough consciousness to make common small talk. If not, it would at least be a good enough gauge for the paramedics. If he couldn’t remember certain information, that would definitely be a bad sign. As she waited for an answer, she removed her scarf. She wasn’t certain, but she believed she’d be able to stop the bleeding at least a little.

“...29,” Simon answered, a hint of confusion crawling onto his features. That was an odd question for this situation, but he think he understood what she was trying to do -- and he appreciated it. The distraction would be useful in one way or another. It was probably best he tried to keep awake, and he certainly couldn’t pull that off alone.

[insomniacprosecutor-blog]

fan-tasticfour:

@insomniacprosecutor

“Simon, I need you to do me a favor.”

…Well, he’d managed to spit that part out with determination, but the actual favor made him hesitate.

Deep breath.

“Punch me.”

“...Excuse me?” Simon frowned at the other man. “Why on earth would I do that? What brought this on?”

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[insomniacprosecutor-blog]

     im probably not gonna be super active today bc im really bitter and i kinda need time to unwind from all this bullshit

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airtorakugo:

Yay, she got him to yield! Being able to big-sis even for the ‘scary bird-prosecutor’ gave her a sense of glee. It was as if she was dependable and capable, and responsible! Who would have thought it?

With a firm smile on her face and bandages at the ready, she pulled on her gloves to inspect closer… and gasped in alarm.

…It really wasn’t fine.

“Wh-what’s this Simon…? Oh nooo…  ..Y-you’re coming with me to get this checked, this isn’t good at all-”

“Geiru, please--” He grimaced inwardly, the gashes stinging a little. The last thing he wanted was to go somewhere with these wounds. He just wanted to lay down for a little while. The wounds would heal in due time.

“I know how to take care of these. I don’t need to get them checked.”

[insomniacprosecutor-blog]

airtorakugo replied to your post: “What are you talking about? This is not just a...

“But.. but… you can’t keep something like this exposed! Come on, let me wrap it up or somethiiing!”

“I can do it myself,” he attempted to argue. Knowing it was useless -- she wasn’t going to be leaving him alone anytime soon -- he caved. “...If it makes you feel better, then go ahead, but I’m fine.” It was a lie, but he could at least try to convince himself, if not her as well.

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theothervonkarmagirl:

“You will not,” she wasn’t entirely sure of that, but if he continued to panic, it wouldn’t help matters at all. “I’m sure that this has happened to many other people and they still have both of their legs.”

“At worst, your bone might be broken in a place or two.” She decided not to mention the blood. “Easily fixable. And we’re not far from the road, so we’ll be found soon enough…”

Simon hardly had any faith that she was right, but he wanted so badly to believe that she was. He wasn’t sure what he would do if this were to be his downfall. It was pathetic. Although unaware of how much he was bleeding, he started to feel dizzy -- running under the assumption that the pain was just slightly too much for him to handle. He knew it wasn’t a good idea, but he wanted to sleep and be done with it.

[insomniacprosecutor-blog]

“What are you talking about? This is not just a scratch”

[ injured memes ]

“It’s nothing. You needn’t worry yourself.”