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When disco plays our tune!
(Short scenario: Arley and Larkspur)
With information being so restricted for her, medicine was one of the few things Arley got to learn growing up. Well, with supervision.
But as a result of her extensive knowledge on the topic, she’s become somewhat of a “field nurse” for Blueberry Academy. Letting loose a bunch of teenagers into an artificial habitat filled with wild animals, one with no easily accessible human doctors and built in the middle of the ocean, wasn’t the best idea on Director Cyrano’s part.
Swabbing a wound on Larkspur’s arm, Arley knew how much he hated skin-to-skin contact. So, trying to make this easier, she suggested letting him ramble. That way he’d be so distracted by his own talking that he’d think less about it.
Unfortunately for her, she’s already regretting this decision. One, because any words she doesn’t understand are messing up her focus; and two, while he had brought up a few names she didn’t recognize, he’s actively talking shit about Carmine and Lacey for scolding him recently.
Larkspur flinches under the sting with a quiet hiss before continuing his incessant ranting. Particularly offended by this specific encounter, much to Arley’s dismay.
She’d usually tune something like this out. After all, Blueberry Academy has plenty of stuck up trainers, or so she’s experienced. Either complaining about other students or somehow finding the audacity to belittle her in the midst of stitching an injury.
But this is different, those are her friends. Larkspur knows how often they hang out together, and yet he has the gall to insult them right to her face. It makes her fingers twitch against the sopping cotton, its strong smelling chemicals hitting her nose harder than it would usually.
Suddenly, the chemicals are pressed harder on the wound against Larkspur’s arm and sends a surge of stinging pain right up to his neck. His free hand flies from his lap to his collarbone, the one captured by Arley’s focus tensing up stiff.
“No more talking.” The command is breathless, hiding the growing agitation in her chest. She loosens her pressure on the cotton and sets it into a crumpled tissue while Larkspur gives her an offended glare.
“Does that mean you’re done!?” The boy moves away, loosely wrapping a hand around the opposing wrist. “Because I’m tired of your filthy hands being all over my arm.” He doesn’t dare linger too close to where he’d been handled, not wanting to contaminate the rest of him.
There’s a soft click— Arley reopening the first aid kit she’d set beside her. The clink of metal follows as she takes out a bandage tin.
“Yes. You should be clean now.” She pulls the lid open and tilts the opening toward him. “Pick a color.”
you and your fave have been dating for a month after talking for about a month before getting together. while they show you pics of an outing they had with friends, they accidentally swipe past nudes from someone you know of, but didn’t know they were romantically involved. when you discuss it with your fave, they tell you they were sent a week before you started dating officially.
thoughts?
no more info needed, i don’t care
get more info, i am uncomfortable
get more info, not uncomfortable just curious
no more info needed, i am uncomfortable
appreciate the nudes together
*if you do need more info, what info do you need?
soft angst for @eve-of-halloween >:’))
Blitz has been through a lot, a visit from Carrier reminds him that he’s loved and watched over!
Bronzewing belongs to Eve!
Talk to me about phantom assassin. What are your thoughts.
ok so yes i watched the series Very recently but ive forgotten what the phantom assassin actually does. unless he Just killed sausage with that skin? i dont remember the reason behind the skin itself which is why im taking the concept and running with my own ideas with no regard for canon <3
emperors would have a lot of responsibilities, with, you know, running their empire and everything. i think he would use the phantom assassin as a sort of vigilante persona to freely travel the world during the night with no ties to being the copper king, helping out with mob problems as he goes (and the occasional murder. maybe. as a treat). i give him green sclera (hope thats the right word LOL) in my design because of the phantom eyes & im not sure how that would work in a logical sense but ,, it looks cool i think. lore magic or something <3 i might change it to fully green eyes in the future - my designs are never final oops
i had a funny thought earlier: one night he forgets to take off his copper crown before going about his business, just doing phantom-y things in other empires, and the emperor sees & confronts him because they think he stole it. cue quiet panic & very quickly running away. it makes for a very awkward conversation the next day with the copper king himself trying to clear it up without revealing too much
some of the other emperors would bet on who they think the phantom is. none of them are right. pix is sitting quietly trying not to jump out of his own skin. maybe the pixandrians of the main city would know, but they dont say anything because theres really no reason to & they might not even know its a whole Big Thing in several other empires
this prompt will be on a shorter side, i said it will be more light hearted, i said
“Tommy... he didn’t want to be a hero anymore did he?” He looks back at the little memorial resting on the ice.
“Maybe thats why he didn’t die a heroes death.”
