[s-pecialist]

an  indie   &   highly  selective  account  for   LEON S KENNEDY   from  resident evil.  crossover,  au,    &   oc  friendly.   must  be  over  18+  to  interact.   please  read  the guidelines for  further  details  (  profile under construction still  ),  𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚.

                                                 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒   |    𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[s-pecialist]

kawakami-tomie​:

                        their   little   ride   across   town   couldn’t   be   any   less   exciting   ,   tomie   thought.   the   dull   scenery   filled   with   ugly   buildings    &  even   uglier   people   was   like   looking   at   some   lousy   ,   washed-up   painting     ─── utterly  repulsive!   if   it   were   up   to   her   ,   tomie   would   have   hit   that   pedal    &    tore   right   through   the   busy   streets   ,   adding   some   actual   excitement   to   their   otherwise    draggy   encounter.   still   ,   luckily   for   leon   ,   the   moon   bar   proved   to   be   enough   of   a   replacement   for   the   woman   who   felt   herself   suddenly   rejuvenate   ,   visibly   perking   up   on   her   seat.      ❝     oh…  ~ ?    not   bad.     ❞      giggling   with   excitement   ,   tomie   relinquishes   her   hold    &    gets   off   the   bike   ,   tossing   his   helmet   straight   on   the   floor.    ❝     i   don’t   believe   i’ve   ever   been   here   either   ,   how   thrilling!     ❞     moving   slender   arms   behind   her   back   ,   tomie   laces   all   fingers   together    &    starts   walking   ,   taking   small   ,   gracious   steps   as   she   glances   back;     ❝     are   you   coming?   don’t   make   me   walk   all   alone…     ❞

❝   Hey   ──    ❞   Great,  another  hundred  bucks  down  the  drain.  He’d  be  pissed,  initially,  yet  something  about  her  just  hushed  down  that  surge  to  lash  out.  What’s  a  couple  dollars  in  comparison  to  a  woman  so  astoundingly  beautiful?  Heaving  a  sigh,  Leon  unmounted  his  bike  in  order  to  nonchalantly  collect  the  helmet  ;  cracked  visor,  not  surprising.   ❝  Just  got  to  tough  it  out,  can’t  waste  this.   ❞  Maybe  that  bonus  waiting  at  work  for  saving  someone  high  profile  would  pay  it  off,   probably.  He  was  quick  to  set  it  aside,  not  long  ‘till  joining  her  near  the  building  entry.   ❝  Sorry  to  keep  you  waiting,  bad  habit.   ❞  Why  was  he  apologizing  again?  He  wasn’t  sure,  it  just  felt  right.  Gallantly  he  flashed  a  smile  whilst  presenting  an  arm  in  case  she  wanted  to  hold,  he  was  meant  to  guide  her  after  all.  

Meet  Jason,  local  bouncer  for  hire  who  gladly  stopped  the  incoming  (  not  booked  )  couple.   ❝   Name?   ❞   Kennedy  could  already  tell  by  the  guy’s  gruffy mug  shot  that  this  wouldn’t  be  going  down  so  easily.

[s-pecialist]

kawakami-tomie​:

                         tomie   walks   over   to   him   in   the   half-light     &     takes   sides   of   the   helmet.   she   watches   leon   with   a   quaint   smile    ,    caught   somewhere   between   mild   amusement   &   intrigue   which   quickly   transitions   into   one   of   pure   sweetness     &     delight.     ❝     oh   nowhere   in   particular,   really,     ❞     she   answers,      ❝    although   since   you’re   so   kind   to   ask….    how   about   i   let   you   pick?    ❞    nonchalantly   placing   the   helmet   on    ,    tomie   takes   a   seat     &     embraces   leon   from   behind,   making   the   red   nails   on   those   long   fingers   glisten   as   they   dig   into   the   fabric   of   his   jumper.     ❝     amuse   me.     ❞

    ❝   Alright,  hang tight.    ❞   women.  sneaky  with  their  charms,  criminals  in  broad daylight  without  a  care  in  the  world.   considering  himself  fortunate  for  having  ‘ ensnared ‘  such  a  charming  woman,   Leon  quickly  jumpstarted  the  motorcycle,  allowing  its  purr  to  bring  the  beginning  of  a  much  desired  trip   ;   Moon Bar Rooftop,  place  could  never  go  wrong  for  first  impressions.  They  exchanged  no  words  as  the  wind  carried  them  across  the  long  motorway,  causing  the  scenery  to  transition  from  a  shabby  city  street  to  an  extravagant  road  brimming  with  blinding  starlight.  He  slowly  parked  just  a  few  feet  away  from  the  towering  building  before  sharing  a  glance,  he  had  to  make  sure  she  was  fine  getting  off.

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❝   Sure,  where are you heading?    ❞   The engine sweetly purred under the twist of a key.   As soon his gaze landed ‘pon her dainty,  beautiful  and  undisputedly alluring self,  he could not help but comply.   It were as if the very city asphalt wasn’t worthy to sustain her weight,  or perhaps he was indeed falling prey for her rather foxy smile and wished to wisp her away.   Alas,  Kennedy handed over the only protective helm,  clearly forgoing his own safety as the driver.

𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 : @kawakami-tomie​ 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 : 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

[s-pecialist]

The dusk’s last dying rays washed over,  painting her in unforgettable hues.   An all too familiar scent permeated the air,  much so like a distant summer dream;   she was bleeding,  a lot.   Without medical attention she would not survive,  yet,   our agent’s eyes remained ever so fixated on her own countenance.    ❝   Still opening poor jokes,  are you?    ❞   To smile even when faced with death’s ghastly presence,  yes,  it was a rather common trait he had picked up.

❝   Better save your energy,  it’s going to be a tough ride.    ❞   He proposed.   Despite her poor condition,   Kennedy hoisted her arm over his neck,  much so in order for them to slowly walk.  Fatigued  and  faded,  both ventured into the heart of chaotic city in search of something,  anything;   she was not going to die on him,  not on that day.

𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 : @bitterseadrop 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 : 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

[s-pecialist]

[s-pecialist]

plagasinfected​:​

HE DIDN’T GET IT.

his lip quivered slightly with that stoic look he usually gave. Even back during operation Javier he still held such a look despite the time he had in the military. Emotion was hard to display. Even hurt. He was always taught to suck it in. Keep it to himself and never let people see how you really feel. No matter what. But this was different. Its remorse.

“I wasn’t in control in Spain.. Sadler gave the dominant strain to thoes he trusted. He only tricked me into believing I was to be trusted. Once the plaga hatched-” he bit his lip clenching his fist to his left arm tightly out of anger and frustration.

“I never wanted to kill you. I made a deal with two devils. In the end I was nothing more than Saddlers puppet to manover however he wished. No matter what strain was below the queen. Saddler could control them. Ramon down to the workers.” He raised his hands. Taking his knife out to toss it towards leon.“ I don’t want this.”

❝   Forgive  and  forget,  is that your new motto?    ❞   Slow,  strenuous  and  unadulterated vehemence served as the warhorse for his voice.   In a dog eat dog world,  returning back from the dead did not automatically mean a clean slate,  not at all;   our agent sought nothing else but to slowly unsheathe the slumbering knife neatly stashed on his chest holster.    ❝   Like I said,  Krauser,  I ain’t falling for your mind games.    ❞   Only a miracle could dissuade the thin line keeping them apart,  even if the displeasure was mostly one-sided.

The possibility of a hand-to-hand combat ensuing caused nearby pedestrians to make space.  Not a soul took the initiative to alarm local authorities,  instead,  they circled around the two dogs and began to record them with their mobile phones.   The world was in a sad state,  and at this rate,  Krauser would be on the down road by handling unwanted trouble.

[savedembers]

Bruises / Bruising / Battle Damage! || Accepting

@s-pecialist​

      ❝ …I appreciate it, but I don’t FEEL it. ❞ Not that the Agent’s Kindness wasn’t accepted, but from a young age, she was taught not to FEEL. (To kill without mercy, to fight, to not BUCKLE to pain.)  Pain was simply the BRAIN’S PROCESS of recognizing damage to the body…but  if one  was strong of mind, they  could OVERCOME this registering action, and REMOVE it all together. And the ASSASSIN had long since passed that point. 

          This tended, at times, to leave her getting a BIT over confident…and this was one of those  times. Instinct lead to her taking a MINOR blow to save herself from a much worse, and she was paying for it from the bruising on her cheek. 

     Gloved hands brush a lock of hair behind her ear,  those SCARLET orbs of hers peering to him quietly. ❝ I got careless, that’s all. I’m fine. But thank you, nonetheless. ❞ Akame’s tone is gentle, kind, despite that smile of hers faltering quickly back to her mask of APATHY. Stoic and calm.

[s-pecialist]

Pain is but a gentle reminder,  it serves well when advising that no one is immune to death’s chilly call.   Our agent heard it,  heard it all,  each word she weaved;  bruises make people tough,  yet not every bruise should be given a chance to mark the skin forever.   ❝   —  It’ll take only a minute.    ❞   And no sooner,  without much as a notice,   Kennedy knelt aside her presence.

Dexterous hands swiftly brought a pouch to light,  its innards brimming with well known medical liquids  and  utensils.    ❝   You don’t always have to act tough,    ❞   A piece of advice,  ever so preciously complementing a faint smile.  He pressed a piece of cotton doused in an alcoholic substance,  all before pressing a   '   kitty   ‘  sticker to her cheek.    ❝   So a piece of advice,  love yourself a little more.    ❞   Hopefully it would be the last time she’d place herself needlessly in the line of fire.

[s-pecialist]

[missxnsuppxrt]

@s-pecialist asked: “when’s the last time you ate?”

Ingrid glanced up from her computer screen and blinked at Leon for a few moments while her eyes adjusted. When had he come in? She didn’t hear him. She looked back down at her work and started typing again. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to,” she said half jokingly.

Truth is, she wasn’t sure. She’d been working on this string of code for a while, and she had a tendency to get hung up on finishing things before stopping to do things like eat or sleep. She’d gone a whole day and a half before without eating or leaving her desk. That had been during Leon’s Spain mission. She’d spent the majority of that time in a panic trying to reestablish the connection after someone there hijacked their comms connection. 

“Honestly? Don’t know. What day is it?” she asked, glancing at Leon briefly before looking back at her screen again.

[s-pecialist]

❝ Friday. ❞ He answered rather harshly, ironically so. Day by day, the stunning handler one with her work as if bound by matrimony; talk about losing humanity, certainly that term could also apply outside the past chain of events. Leon's voice dispersed amidst her continuous surge of button clicking, he gave a minute, two. . . three even before finally taking drastic measures.

❝ Did you miss the part where I mentioned ' Friday ' ? ❞ No warning, no softening cushion; Ingrid's entire system went off the grid as soon as he unplugged it all. No more flashing screens, no more barking orders from superior behind glass. ❝ Come on, I'm taking you out as promised. ❞ If she were to look, she would discover a rather charming smile plastered on his countenance.

[babyegle]

ways to respond when someone says, "I'm okay." | accepting.

@s-pecialist asked: "Don't move yet."

Leon's warning was well justified. Instinctively the woman had moved and was met with an intense pain in her head causing her to fall back onto the mattress.

"Ugh. -- how long have I been out?" she asked -- she would've looked at him but even slightly turning... struck her with that same unpleasantness.

".....You didn't carry me here ... did you? You're injured too ...."

[s-pecialist]

To see her rose-tinted cheeks coated in tears was. . . an unusual experience. If neither monster nor death could abate her unbreakable spirit, then something really wrong must have shaken her down to the core.

A glance around revealed nothing unnatural, nor a hint of what weighed harshly on her shoulders. ❝ Sure, we all have hard days. ❞ His voice discerningly expressed a moment of concern, a common notion, she was no stranger to him after all.

Slow in his strides, much like a fabled knight, Leon lounged aside before gently placing a palm on her back. ❝ Must be an especially hard problem to have made you cry. Something you need to get off your chest? ❞ Attentive, and willing, he remained at her side.

[s-pecialist]

n-ihil​:

𝐉𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑.   she  can’t  recall  how  many  tumbles  they  took  or  how  far  the  car  went  before  crashing.  all  she  can  perceive  is  a  hot  gust  of  wind  skimming  past,  carrying  the  heavy  stench  of  fumes  &  sulfur  from  the  street.  it  burns  like  acid  ─────  like  her  throat  &  lungs  are  being  scorched  &  torn,  forcing  the  injured  woman  to  suddenly  cough  ─────  only  for  the  other  senses  to  finally  reach  her,   or  rather,   the  sheer  lack  of  as  one  of  her  legs  has  gone  utterly  numb,  &  there’s  a  sharp  object  stabbed  into  her  lower  rib.  f*cking  glass,  she  hazily  figures,  feeling  the  slim  yet  modest  piece  shift  about  with  each  &  every  subtle  breath.    ❝   gh….   a-ah…..   ❞    it’s  damn  near  impossible  to  re-focus.  jill  feels  as  if  a  truck  just  drove  straight  through  her,  forcing  the  brows  to  knit  tightly  together  in  pain.    ❝   … . .  !!   ❞

just  then,  a  distant  echo  works  its  way  in,  beaten  down  by  the  crackling  of  raging  fire.  she  slightly  tilts  her  bleeding  head  against  the  roof,  trying  to  force  the  mind  to  somewhat  separate  the  sounds  like  one  does  with  audio  recordings,  the  crackling  of  fire  on  one  side,  the  thudding  of  boots  on  the  other.  &  then  the  male  voice  she  very  well  may  or  may  not  be  imagining  at  this  point.    ❝   s……  ay….   here…..  ─n’t….  ome….   out,   ❞    it  calls,  strengthening  the  once  bleary  focus;    ❝   i’ll….  lure  him  off  so  you….  can  run!   ❞    oh,  jill  knows  she’s  not  delirious  now.

slowly  parting  the  heavy  lashes,  tired  eyes  peer  through  the  smog  &  almost  instantly  remember  the  fraught  situation  she’s  in,  the  very  monstrosity  that’s  currently  makings  its  way  here.    ❝   s─ …..   shit….   ❞    coughing  hard  against  the  hot  steel,  the  injured  woman  takes  a  glance  at  the  piece  of  glass  sticking  out  &  just  before  attempting  to  reach  in,  the  booming  gunshots  make  her  heart  jolt,  freezing  the  bloody  fingers  in  mid-air.    ❝   …….  ?!   ❞    no,  no  way.  did  that  rookie  just─────   ?!

breathlessly  turning  her  head  to  the  other  side,  jill  stares  in  horror  as  nemesis  walks  right  through  the  wall  of  festering  flames,  as  well  as  the  two  fired  bullets  which  pierce  into  his  black  coat  in  quick  succession….    only  to  fall  flat  like  pebbles  against  the  concrete.  the  material  completely  unscathed  by  their  vicious  bite.    ❝   don’t…. !!!   ❞    jill  screams,  instinctively  taking  hold  of  the  bloodied  glass  before  yanking  it  out;    ❝   NGH── RUN!!!!!   ❞

much  to  leon’s  luck  &  dismay  however,  those  two  hits  were  enough.  the  living  mass  of  horror  suddenly  stops.  he  bends  back,  throws  both  muscular  arms  to  the  sides  &  with  the  maw  jarring  wide  open,  bellows  in  a  booming,  inhumane  roar.  it  echoes  like  rolling-thunder  across  the  raccoon  city,  catching  the  attention  of  the  many  zombies  which  now  start  to  swarm  the  street  from  each  entrance  &  alley,  turning  jill’s  saliva  straight  into  sawdust. their  time….  is running  out.

  ❝    𝐒.   𝐓.   𝐀.   𝐑.   𝐒.    ❞

the  monster  bursts  into   a  sprint,  running  at  none  other  than  leon  kennedy.

𝐈𝐓. 𝐃𝐈𝐃. 𝐍𝐎𝐓. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏.   Leon Scott Kennedy became stupefied by an unspeakable and over cumbering dread,  a foul sense of terror so inhumane that it crippled his grip on reality.   His eyes had lost any will for movement,   his finger ceaselessly bashed fanatically into the trigger as if on auto-pilot;   shot after shot it did not desist,  that  THING  was  UNKILLABLE!   Knocking on the door came an all too familiar sound. . .   the empty magazine.   His finger  —   regardless of having no actual ammunition     —  pressed on,  pressed against the trigger.  In his deluded mind it immitted a phantom sound of gunshots,  while the eyes deceivingly pranked his coping mechanism with an all too familiar image of flashing white lights.

‘    —  RUN!!!!!  ‘   What did that word mean,  who said that?  Confusion,  he was in a state of wild panic.  Leon stumbled soon after as an effect of weakness, he effortlessly hit the concrete with his ass as the creature bellowed.  Its destructive instinct severed the rookie’s any balance offright.    ❝   W - What. . .    ❞     As if struck by a miracle spell,  he glanced at Jill distant shouting and suddenly her warning began to somewhat make sense.  The rookie officer’s quivering eyes looked up at the freight train of indiscriminating violence and saw in dismay,  watched as the behemoth made little to no effort to sprint in his general direction.

❝    F - Fuck!    ❞   Fight or flight,  so they tell.   When faced with an insurmountable odd,  one must decide to battle or flee;   as if possessed by the spirit of a doe,   Kennedy scampered on both feet and turned tail.   He ran fast,  really fast.   He ran more than a marathon sprinter,  he had too even if his lungs burned and both legs warned to cramp up,  there was no way to break chase with something so inhumane unless he gave it his all.   He could hear its hefty steps behind,  its raspy breathing and monstrous size battering anything out of the way.   Looking back meant certain death,  so Leon’s silhouette ran down the havocked street of Racoon City.

Aimless at first,  the lone rookie’s frantic gaze kept rapidly scrolling across each passing street and edifice;  they were everywhere,  the undead,  feasting on what could have been neighbors or friends in what was a few hours prior to the nightmare.  As their numbers were many,  it forced him to flee into the innards of an open shopping mall.   Bodies laid scattered,  some used as feeding spots,  some unfortunate enough to serve as no purpose at all.    ❝   Come on,  come on!  Think!    ❞   A clothing store,  yes,  that  would do.   Even when followed by a dozen walking corpses,   Kennedy quickly fended off any strays and hid within a ‘ change clothing ‘ cubicle.

He was afraid,  so terrified for his life.   Any thoughts of Jill were a haze,  all that remained was those insufferable moans echoing outside.  Despite having trapped himself,  Leon’s ears attentively sought out any noise assimilated to that creature,  to that THING.  Why was this happening?   Were it all a nightmare?   Would he wake up soon,  or could someone wake him up?!   Hopeless,   the rookie officer blocked his mouth and desperately attempted to control any excess breathing,  not once wishing to give out too much noise.

In the meantime,   Jill had been miraculously met by an Umbrella mercenary of Carlos.  Fairly large man,  well equipped,  tasked too with evacuating any possible living souls.    ❝   Hey,  are you alright?!    ❞   His voice loudly enough made presence.   Lack of awareness on what had transpired left him oblivious to the prospect of any undead making their way to them,  for now he wanted to assist her.  Light in his stride,  he knelt aside her.    ❝   Hold on,  let me give you a hand.    ❞   A momentary relief.

[soulprompts]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

[melamemea]

reaction symbols . // meme .

send me a symbol for my muse to react to…

🌙… being asked to sleep over at your muse’s place. 

⭐️… being asked on a date by your muse.

🔥 … receiving a hot, drunken smooch from your muse.

💥 … colliding with your muse somewhere (could be in school).

🌈 … your muse coming out of the closet to mine.

🌊 … seeing your muse in swim wear for the first time.

💦 … being splashed with water by your muse.

🍀 … winning an arcade game with your muse.

🌻 … having their back rubbed in sunscreen by your muse.

🌸 … being asked to prom by your muse.

🐾 … meeting your muse’s pet for the first time.

🍌 … feeling your muse’s boner press up against their back.

🍳 … walking in on your muse having made them breakfast.

🍑 … your muse groping their butt.

🍿  … your muse surprising them with a trip to the cinema.

🍒 … feeling your muse’s tongue on their neck.

🎤 … your muse singing bad/good (your choice) karaoke.

🎱 … your muse owning mine’s ass in pool.

⚾️ … your muse giving mine a promise ring/couple’s necklace.

🎡 … your muse taking mine to the local amusement park.

[s-pecialist]

---  little notice guys.  i’ve been slightly absent during this week due to how busy work has made me.

as soon as the weekend arrives, trust me, you’ll get responses hurled at you with enough force to break a rock.

[entreri]

They’ll pay for your death. I promise.

[s-pecialist]

hey  you,  thank  you  kindly  for  coming  by.  i  will  keep  the  rules  short,  although  please  do read  them  as  they’ll  ensure  that  we  avoid  any miscommunications.

RULES

this  blog  interacts with  18+  only,  no  underage  muns  or  muses  please  and  no  exceptions  to  this  rule.

this  blog  is  semi - selective  and  friendly  to  majority  of  crossovers,  including  ocs.  please  do  not  hesitate  to  interact !

open  to  3-way  roleplay  if  requested,  but  only  if  everyone’s  fine  with  it.

                                                                       —  

art  belongs  to  its  rightful  owner,  although  please  do  not  copy  anything  from  me.

i  don’t  really  partake  on  call  outs  or  anything  relatable  to  drama,  so  you  will  find  this  blog  to  be  relatively  clear  from  that. 

RPF  can  happen,  but  will  be  discussed  beforehand.  

                                                                        —

will  not  follow  back  your  blog  if  it  happens  to contain:  real  nsfw  images,  drama,  excess  content  irrelevant  to  your  character,  uncut  roleplay posts,  too  many depressive  posts,  or  only  hypersexualized  content.

feel  free  to  call  me  waffle !