Apr 12, 2020
“Aww, and here I thought you wanted to snuggle. ”
[Prompt]
“Oh, I still want to snuggle... I just figured that would come after the stitches.”
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“Aww, and here I thought you wanted to snuggle. ”
[Prompt]
“Oh, I still want to snuggle... I just figured that would come after the stitches.”
@medicalsergeantward liked this starter call
Ethan hadn’t intended to drink so much that, just enough to calm his nerves and help him sleep, but one turned into two, turned into three, four, five... He lost count after the seventh - or maybe it was the eight? He can’t even recall how the fight had even started, or who had started it for that matter, all he knows is the asshole ended up unconscious on the floor and Ethan had left, barely making it out the door before he stumbles and falls into unconscious himself. He vaguely remembers waking up a bit when somebody walks by and helps him up to take him somewhere, but he had been too out of it to fight it, the darkness pulling down on him until he finally passes out again. The next time he wakes up, the sun is streaming through the thin curtains, the light sending needles of pain through his head.
He groans softly, reaching up to rub his eyes before blinking and looking around through bleary eyes. Where the hell is he? The sound of soft footsteps - though they sound so fucking loud right now - draw his attention to the door and he sees a ghoul come in. Immediately, his hand goes for his gun, even though he can tell by just looking this guy isn’t feral, but that doesn’t comfort him any. “Who are you?” He demands, his own voice sounding a little odd in his own ears, too loud.
Smash or Pass - Isaac/Rori
[Prompt]
“When? Now or before shit hit the fan?” Rori asked, before waving her hand dismissively and shaking her head. “Regardless: smash. Repeatedly. Then or now, though I suppose more preferably now, if it’s an option.”
Patch Me Up [Isaac, Rori]
“Shit, doc!” A voice called, flinging open the door to the ghoul’s residence and rushing inside. The voice belonged to a scrawny man who was half-dragging, half-carrying a bloody-faced woman alongside him.
The woman was clearly dazed and weak, and the man had her lay down on a nearby couch as he looked for the doctor. Rori reached up and felt her face, and through blurry vision saw her fingers covered in blood. It was likely the wetness she was feeling on her face, and the bad taste she had in her mouth.
“Doc! I need you to help my friend!” The man shouted, and seemed torn between leaving the room and not leaving the woman.
“Yeah, patch me up, doc!” Rori shouted and let out a short giggle, which caused her head to ache. She tried to sit up, but the ache was too great, so she lowered herself back down. “Shit! I’m bleeding on your sofa! It’s gonna fucking stain.”
Isaac, for the ship meme thing
Send me another muse and I’ll tell you what kind of ship I think they could potentially have with mine. [x]
Considering they already knew one another from before Rori became a living popsicle – chances are good they’ll have a great friendship. I could see potential for a(n angsty as fuck) romantic relationship as well, since the two idjits hid mushy feelings from one another before.Either way, I’m excited to see where these to go. :D
@medicalsergeantward
“Do you need a place to stay for tonight?”
[Prompt]
Rori smiled mischievously. “Oh, sure. Let me guess, there’s only one bed to sleep in and we’ll have to share? Also, it gets really hot and night so we might as well just sleep naked.”
💚 - friendship; 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ); ❤ - romantic relationship
[Prompt]
LET ME JUST YELL ABOUT THESE TWO!!-clears throat-Anyway, yes, I could see all these things happen. Given enough time and things.
“Damn rain is soakin’ right through my clothes.”
[Prompt]
“Practically came out of nowhere, huh?” Levi commented, ducking under an overhang in the city. He let out a short sigh as he looked up at the rain pouring from the darkened sky.
“Looks like this is gonna last a while.”