#(v. tbd)

[jsbashirmd]

@dccontramundum sent:

❝ that's a lot of blood... ❞

Julian looks up, sees how close Morse is to losing consciousness, and quickly takes his cheek in one hand to force his gaze away from the blood in question. It is a lot, as it so happens, and Julian's touch transfers some of it to Morse's face, which Julian is very grateful he can't currently see. "Try not to think about it. I'm handling it; you're going to be fine. Just look over my shoulder and take some deep breaths for me."

[alfean]

@auntiezelda gets a semi-plotted starter

"I," she started before pausing and wringing her hands. "I appreciate your kindness in taking me in. I hope my situation isn't proving a burden to you or to the rest of your family."

Not that she had really been given a choice in coming to the Spellman home. Sabrina had decided to make her her new cause within the length of time it took to have a cup of coffee and a peppering of questions on the girl's part that she couldn't answer. But Zelda and Hilda had both proved kind and willing to help her figure out how she had come to be in a strange town with no memories of how she had gotten there or even who she was.

[honorforged]

[ @musemelodies for the long mouse ]

“Can you even drink tea?”

[thatboomerangguy]

@honorabledragon || cont.

Zuko stood back, giving his friend space to say or do whatever he felt comfortable with. He'd been there himself, and he knew the last thing you wanted was a knock to the ego while you were down. "That's okay, Sokka," Zuko said calmly, standing in his friend's igloo beside the fire. "Are you all right?" he asked, trying to coax Sokka into opening up, even a little. "Why don't you sit down a minute? I'll grab you a glass of water."

Sokka huffed out a short, humorless breath, already shaking his head before Zuko even finished talking. “I said I’m fine,” he muttered, a little too quick and a little too sharp, as if he said it fast enough, it might actually be true.

He didn’t sit when Zuko asked him to. Instead he paced once across the small space, boots scraping faintly against the floor, one hand dragging down his face before settling at the back of his neck. The other curled tight at his side, fingers flexing because he didn’t know what to do with them. “It was just—” he started, then stopped, jaw tightening. His gaze flicked toward Zuko then away just as fast. “Hot air. Haven’t slept. Probably forgot to eat or something.” A weak excuse, even he didn’t think it sounded convincing.

He let out a quiet scoff under his breath, trying for something lighter that sounded like him. “You know me. I’m built different. Totally unshakable.” The corner of his mouth twitched. His shoulders rose with a slow inhale, but it hitched halfway through; something caught in his chest that refused to move. He pressed the heel of his hand briefly against his sternum, a subtle movement he hoped Zuko wouldn’t notice.

“I just—I don’t do that. I can’t. Katara gets to fall apart. That’s—she’s…” He trailed off, swallowing hard.

[alderaconsort]

MEMES

@multiversalshenanigans ASKED: what can i say? i'm an excellent judge of character. (From Breha)

THE LOOK he gives her is supposed to be something close to annoyed , but his eyes are too fond and the smile is poking through just a little too much .

❝ you are not . you just like to be RIGHT , ❞ he teases .

[priceforeverything]

@f1naltestament isn’t dead.

He’s going to kill Redfield. Jake wouldn’t have called them friends- but he hadn’t been outwardly hostile to him BSAA since Edonia. Hell, he had even dropped them a few tips. But keeping this from him and for so long felt fucked.

A sharp exhale through his nose as he grits his teeth, relaxes his jaw slightly when the ache gets annoying. “No, I’m not BSAA.” His visceral feelings for them cause the slightest slip in his accent, his own slip of the mask.

His body is all tense muscle, hands clench and unclench in an effort to keep himself calm and away from reaching for that hair trigger on his anger. But that asshole is smirking at him and he wants to wipe it off his smug stupid fucking face.

Who are you. Should be pretty simple, but it feels like a damn loaded question. They shouldn’t even be talking. He should have nothing to say to his father this jackass, because Wesker is supposed to be fucking dead. Jake’s just supposed to deal with having a deadbeat father that wound was old and calloused- only to be ripped open by an old man with a grudge and a death wish.

“Yeah, I’m pretty pissed off right now. Let’s just say I’m a guy who’s not Redfield’s biggest fan right now.” Or ever. But he doesn’t have forever does he and he doesn’t want to spend time talking about Mr America.

Sharp blue eyes are scanning Wesker, notes the cane, the medical equipment- old man seems pretty fucked. “Name’s Jake. Wouldn’t expect you to recognize me, we never met. I’m just a mercenary who got dragged into some shit I didn’t want to deal with and here I am.” Short, concise and not completely dripping with the disdain he felt.

[biohazardsurviivors]

❛So tell me what's left." (From Henry to James.)

@henrytownshendtryinghisbest "Moving on, I guess. Not alot left for me here. Just alot of painful memories." James looked down bitterly, at the bar, as he drinks some of his whiskey. "Sell what I can of Mary's things, and do my best to move on with my life. Try and uh, find my smile again. Elsewhere."

He turned to look at him. "And stay away from Silent Hill. No matter what. Very dangerous. And it's not what you think. I barely made it out. Haunted isn't quite the word for it."

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough [catalina] to JILL VALENTINE .

RELUCTANT ALLIES STARTERS

‘ if it comes between you or the mission, i’m choosing the mission. without question. ’

If Catalina didn't like working with Jill , the ex-cop liked it even less . The two had often butted heads , especially in their earlier encounters , and it did little to slow down , even now .

"Don't worry . So am I ." A curt response , not even looking at the other as she checked her pistol over , removing the magazine for only a moment . She studied the bullets before sliding it back into her holster with an expert hand , fastening her knife to her belt a little tighter .

Upon arriving to the location sent and seeing the other , Jill had half considered just leaving . She had begrudgingly stayed , and was now likely stuck with her for the next good while . The ex-cop made no move to hide her dislike , she did not care for what Catalina thought of her .

Hiking a jacket over her bulletproof vest , Jill was no stranger to the cold night air . She was used to working in the dark - from her days as a thief , to her days in the B.S.A.A . The ex-cop often found herself preferring the solace of the night - oh how easy it was to go undetected .

"I don't want to be here any longer than you do . So let's get moving ."