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[ofyeomans]

hetasksme liked for a starter.

The man was dangerous, far more dangerous than anyone else Janice had encountered. When she looked at him, she only saw a man. It was hard to believe that a single person was capable of so much destruction. Still, she’d heard the reports. She knew what he’d achieved. 

Taking the man his meals was not her assignment. In fact, the duty belonged to another yeoman, one that had asked Janice to fill in for her. She’d caught her walking in the hallway. It was ‘only once,’ and, that Janice would be ‘just dropping off a plate,’ but something about the other woman’s tone made the blonde feel like she’d hear the request again. 

“I’ve brought your lunch,” she said, sliding the tray into the small, perfectly made slot. “The other yeoman had other matters to tend to.”

[mccoytomedbay]

hetasksme ;; 

    Genjutsu, as it happens, is his specialty. To say that he is skilled in this area would be to insult his abilities; top of his class in that area, he would venture to say he was something of an expert. That is to say, as much as a shinobi of his rank could be. 

    Blood -- it’s not just the sight of it, stark red against his clothes, dripping onto the ground and seeping out beneath his hands, but the smell of it, too, heavy in the air, a sharp metallic tang on the tongue. He’s in a clearing, a small space between trees, just beneath the protection of the canopy, some brush surrounding him. Rudimentary traps are set up around, basic things -- only what he could situate from his resting spot. 

    By all appearances, the scene is clear; he’s been attacked, and possibly escaped, but once away from his attackers, he had collapsed. He is leaned against the trunk of a tree, breathing heavily and grinding his teeth as he uses a kunai to cut some bandages from a roll he’d had in his pack; while most others had packed weapons, he had saved the space for medical supplies, and he makes good use of them now, working to bind the dripping cut on his leg that seems to have left him helpless here. His breath hitches as he presses on it to stem the flow of blood, his eyes squeezing tightly shut. Besides his labored breaths, little other noise escapes him -- he wouldn’t want to draw others in.

    At least, not so obviously that they recognized the genjutsu playing out before their eyes.

[starlightsulu]

SHINESHINESHINE.

AU where everyone has a mark on their body and it shines brightly when they meet/touch the person who will eventually murder them. Send me “Shine” to see my muse’s reaction when their mark starts to shine.

It hadn’t glowed that day. 

Eleven years ago, when he had thought that death would have taken him. When iron grip held onto frail neck, ready to crush bone and destroy. Though, that day, he had seen light – seen the way the marks had worked, and warned. He’d been tossed aside, he’d scrambled to feet to do what he needed to do. Only to half succeed. He’d heard the roar of rage, felt the snapped elation when he’d heard the scream, the crack, the way lights flashed bright, almost blinding —- and the fall of a hand, limp; body lifeless. 

It’s a day that still haunts him, and memories that still whisper in ear; they’re invisible strings that pluck and pull, force actions with gentle suggestion. He’s always focused, poised and ready for action – hands skilled, body trained; Hikaru Sulu has done all he can to ensure that he can survive. He won’t tempt fate, and death would not take him so easily as they did with her. 

He had thought it though, through the years – perhaps today, perhaps now.

But he survived; lived through situations with impossible odds – scales that tipped in the favour of others, and in the end, had a name tacked onto a team in the process. 

It makes him feel invincible, almost. 

Almost. 

But then, there he is, a gentle smile that reaches eyes; though not the way one would like. They pierce, sharp – they’re calculating and offer no hint of motive. To this one, poker would be too easy, and chess? For children. 

His hand touches skin, brushes against a mark exposed. There’s sudden warmth, the glow and flash of light bright. Hikaru Sulu’s eyes widen, his body stiffens, and those same strings that seemed to sway in the wind tighten – taut, hard, and ready to be used to spill blood. 

There’s surprise in the other’s eyes, and the smile still remains – but it’s met with a firm grip, lips thin, in a hard line, and a jaw clenched. 

He’s met the man that’ll kill him, but he won’t make it easy. 

[sunspotnitentia]

❝You helped me. Now I will help you.❞

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“How could you help me?”

[ensignfinnclifton]

hetasksme

      “Anyone ever tell that you’ve got a creepy-ass vibe?”