#middlenurses

[cynicalmastermind]

Three kinds of people

[rottingkiss]

@middlenurses // starter call

Her handgun trembles almost violently in her grasp as her other hand tries to keep the flashlight steady. She peers into the darkness, trying to make out WHAT the shadows are that's causing her FLINCH every other second. What Grace fears to be monsters are merely pieces of torn up furniture and her imagination. A shaky breath escapes past her lips as she slowly lowers her guns.

❝Snap out of it . . . There's no more of those . . . THINGS here.❞

The FBI Agent tries comforting herself, trying to claim that the undead is FAR behind her. Now that she can take a breath without wheezing, a slight grin forms. She's about to take a confident step forward until her light shines on an actual person. A horrified yelp sounds from the young woman as she immediately draws her weapon. She aims it right at the other's chest as she attempts to stand her ground.

❝S-S-Stay back! Don't move, or I'll shoot!❞

[bibliobabel]

@middlenurses hit the button

Thirteen was growing to be an expert at this new 'fixer' thing. Grade 3 was only a few stops from the top, and the elf's eyes sparkled with glee as they looked over their new paystub. It had been so much fun! This world was utterly insane and the office they had joined was full of all sorts of weird characters. People from all weird walks of life, some who had crumpled mentally in only the few short months they'd been here.

As they were debating on what to buy with their pay, their gaze fell upon the man. Large, imposing and covered in tattoos, a distinct purple and gold colour scheme...

"ohmigosh!" They light up, shoving the stub in their pocket and darting over to look at him up close. "A middle brother in the wild! So cool! Are those chains super heavy?" If they had self preservation it wasn't apparent, eyes sparkling with fascination of finally seeing one of the fingers in person.

[rottingkiss]

( @middlenurses / one-liner )

❝Now you've REALLY crossed the line.❞

[cynicalmastermind]

@middlenurses continued from [ x ]

"Just let me have. the fucking. star."

Was this his punishment for his foolishness? Did gods really exist? There is no perceivable way he could logically string together an explanation for the existence of this man and his persistence to be as troublesome as he could, as anything other than divine intervention. He was getting sick of having to wake up at ungodly hours because someone couldn't be a good little boy and stay put. Wesker should have killed him the first time he broke out questions often why he let the wretched thing live. Especially now.

It was said in jest — a joke; he hadn't meant it, and yet here he was, sitting in the same room, on the same couch... playing a stupid party game. He was having fun to start with, but since the game has gone on — why did he agree to 50 turns? — he has found that, not only is he horrendously terrible at playing the game, Matthias was terribly horrendous at exploiting it. Albert just wanted the game to end, but his ego could not handle the goading and insisted they play till the last. It may be turn 37, but he could get really lucky and make a huge comeback.

Right?

"Go for someone else for a change you vulture. Excella is the one in first place, not me!"

[rottingkiss]

date idea: we go to the bookstore and I buy out all the poetry books y'want, and then we go to th'park and y'read some to me <3 - for vergil ofc

Send my muse a fantasy or date idea and they will rate it and tell your muse whether or not they'd enjoy it.

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❝. . . You'd let me read to you? I would rather LIKE that. We could start off with William Blake or Walt Whitman . . . Perhaps Arthur Rimbaud is more to your tastes--❞

[rottingkiss]

leans down and gives vergil a biiiiiiiiig smooch

Vergil stands stiffly when the other man suddenly leans forward in his direction. He should have known Matthias planned on doing something FOOLISH when seeing him suddenly smile oh so WIDELY. When their lips meet, the silver-haired man doesn't automatically kiss back. It takes a few moments before he FINALLY returns the sentiment.

When their lips eventually part, he turns his head away with a frown. Although the demon hunter looks DISPLEASED . . . it's quite the opposite. Vergil REFUSES to allow Matthias to know that the kiss has him flustered.

❝. . . You're an absolute IDIOT.❞

[cynicalmastermind]

Hang up that computer call. Come over and kiss me on my hot mouth… I’m feeling ROMANTICAL

ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ► always accepting

"Can you be quiet so I can finish this call?" Thank goodness he was on mute; Albert couldn't bear to think how his reputation might suffer hearing something like that on his side of the microphone.

"If you're so desperate for affection, you have a mirror. Kiss the reflection, you oaf."