#big oooof

[askcrimsonchalice]

A world like this... everyone has regrets. You are no exception. What do you regret the most, I wonder?

Its haunted her for the rest of her life.

she asked her to do it.

she knows this.

[warrmonger-archive]

((Defiant-Ex-SOLDIERs)) ((Mateo)) "I keep him alive as best I can. he had so much to offer." ((Mateo, Heid, and another Infantryman get stuck somewhere. Other infantryman is severely injured and Mateo's pretty much given up hope of bringing him back alive.))

film ask meme : VIDEODROME (1983) DIRECTED BY DAVID CRONENBERG.

how had it gone so far south? what misstep had been made for them to find themselves in such a dreadful situation. the mess that had happened aboard the boat to junon. rufus was long gone - put on a hellicopter alongside the turks and urged to safety. why heidegger had stayed behind, he hadn't known. maybe as a means to appease his new master - to impress him. or perhaps he'd wanted to stay for another reason; go down with the ship. see 'sephiroth' face to face and then what - ?

apologise ? attempt to fight him ?

die - ?

whatever the reasons, the three had found themselves caught by the criminal. the white-haired samurai giving nothing aside from his sword. no glance, no words. no notion he'd ever even known the general - let alone his men. the strangeness of the situation had left heidegger alongside mateo, the wounded soldier spluttering blood as he lays curled between the arms of the infantryman. how very sentimental -

and yet; mateo talks as if the man were already dead. as if the low moans and delirious speech coming from the other isn't the offering of a chance that the man could live. interesting - the general thinks - a slow step toward the pair before he's looking down at them from his towering height. a glance over them, a moment's hesitation before an arm reaches down for mateo to grab. it's a gesture that would surely take the other by surprise; a notion of perhaps 'peace.'

with mateo now beside him and the man still below them - heidegger darts eyes between the pair of them before a lift of his boot comes crashing down on the other man's skull. a crack beneath leather, a gurgle of blood, choked. a look from the general to mateo. a cold look across copper eyes. no words need to be spoken - no reason given. the man was dying anyway; dead, in actuality.

no use to the shinra military with wounds like that and thus no use to anybody.

it would hurt mateo - of course it would - but one day...perhaps like the old general; he would find himself entirely cold to death.

[aadmelioraa]

i knew i would regret making that post but you know what, that’s on me for posting in the tag lmao…fixed that

[knight-in-sour-armor]

[thedevilsmoonshine]

“You’ve got a lot of excuses lately, Bishop.”

[paulie-lombardos-boy-toy]

https://girlsjustwannadrawwhump.tumblr.com/post/671216062142054400/munchausen-syndrome-by-proxy-whump-whumper-who

Hia! I wasn't sure how to get the prompt in the ask box, so I'm sending it like this. hopefully it works. if you could do some Paulie/Sam and Sam whump with this, that'd be great! thanks

Hdkdgdjs yesssssss thank you!!!! Ahhhhhh this is gonna be great!

Credit: @girlsjustwannadrawwhump

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“P-Paulie? I’m not….feeing too good.” Sam moaned as he sat his fork down from where he was eating his favorite breakfast, prompting the other man to rush in. “Oh Sammy. You did mention that you weren’t feeling good yesterday. Do you think it’s the flu?” As Paulie fussed over him, Sam tried to blink the nausea away, with no luck and hunched over as he heaved into a bucket.

“That’s it Sammy. Just let it all out.” Paulie crooned as he walked over to the phone and dialed the restaurant. “Is the Don in? Yeah, Sam is throwing up and looks really clammy so he and I aren’t coming in today. What? No I’m not leaving my sick friend alone….fine. See you tomorrow.” After he hung up, he glanced back over to Sam who was resting his head on the cool table and walked back over to him.

“Let’s go lay back down okay? I swear the Don is working you like a racehorse, which probably led to you feeling so sick.” As they passed through the living room towards the bedroom, Paulie slipped a small glass vial into his hand and sat it on the bedside table with a small label that read “Dr. Woolsworth’s Healing Tonic”. As Paulie stripped Sam to his boxers and helped him into bed, he opened the vial and filled the dropper with the amber liquid.

“It’ll taste kinda bitter but it’s what they recommended at the pharmacy.” Paulie explained as he dropped a little under Sam’s tongue then recapped it. What the bottle really was, was a mild fever inducer that caused the one taking it to run a low grade fever and develop chills and constant nausea/vertigo. Sam let out another moan and curled up into a ball as Paulie undressed and slipped into bed beside him, stroking his back.

“It’ll be okay Sammy. You have me and always will. I’ll never leave you~.” he murmured and kissed Sam’s cheek as the other man fell into a restless sleep.

[petepaintswarhammer]

[shywhumpauthor]

Some wholesome head cannons of how Lucius is taken care of by Oakley please

-Evil anon

Very well then

Oakley basically raised him, ever since he was a little baby

They bottle fed him, their arms were the ones he collapsed into after his first steps, their ears were the ones that heard his first laugh, his first words.

They have to remind themself a lot that he is their master’s son, that he’s going to grow up one day, and soon enough he’ll be the one whipping them (I know you said wholesome but eh I don’t listen)

Sometimes oakley would have him read out the letters on his little wooden blocks. “What’s this one, bud?” “Ceee!” Lucius would over enunciate, and oakley would force down a smile. (Sneaky sneaky)

When he was littler, like three or four, he would wet the bed a lot. Terrified of his mother’s scolding, he ran to Oakley’s quarters, and woke them up. They helped him clean up the mess and remake the bed with clean sheets

Afterwards, he had trouble falling back asleep. Oakley decided to tell him one of the stories their mother told them, of a little ocean fairy who rode the waves on a little seashell chariot.

Sometimes oakley would sneak him sweets when he was having a bad day.

They tried to give him the attention he deserved, the attention his parents didn’t give him, but with all of their work it was hard for them to do so. And they felt awful about it.