#redhandedfather

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"I finally get how you feel," Raina said, grimacing as she pulled the syringe from her arm with shaking fingers. Even as she spoke, the thick black spines that covered her face and body began to shrink, sliding backwards into her skin and disappearing from sight. Moments later where the inhuman thing had been, a beautiful woman now sat, drenched in sweat, trembling uncontrollably, brilliant yellow eyes glittering in pain and triumph.

She held out trembling hands to the doctor as she tried, and failed to lift herself from the makeshift operating table.

"Cal... Help me. I need... there's... work to be done."

[bannerandthebeast]

long distance || cal & bruce

Mr. Green is typing...

Mr. Green: Sorry. This is

Mr. Green: weird

Mr. Green: I’ve never been on a site like this before

Mr. Green: So you just... talk?

Bruce wanted to smash his head into the keyboard. If this stranger didn’t already think he was mentally impaired somehow, it would be a goddamn miracle. He tried to think positively--after all, he wasn’t doing so bad. It was normal to be nervous about these sorts of things, wasn’t it? Talking to strangers on the internet... it was new... and strange... But he was doing alright. So long as the website hadn’t matched him with some teenager, or under cover cop, or god forbid an agent... And he’d never know until something went horribly wrong. So really, why shouldn’t he enjoy himself?

With that barely comforting fact in mind, he again reached for the keyboard.

Mr. Green: My name is Bruce. It’s nice to meet you.

[demxralizearchive-blog]

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- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone; 亲爱的 (My love)- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone;

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone; This was actually just on and I was thinking about what song and I was like just yes because i feel like it’s a bit them.- my muse’s last text to your muse; ‘If you bring another dog back then you’re on the couch. The dog can sleep with me.’

Phone headcanons ;; @redhandedfather

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       “...Doctor Johnson, right? I thought I should...welcome you to the village. In person.”

@redhandedfather ;;X

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     “It doesn’t look good” she admitted, voice quiet and she absently rests a hand against his chest to feel the beat of his heart. A comforting and constant reminder that he was there, even bloody and bruised he was there and alive. He was still her Cal, even under all the blood. “I’ll have to check you over later, see where you’re hurt.”

@redhandedfather ;; X

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   She pursed her lips lightly looking at him, a soft sigh escaping her. It pained her to see him like that, she crouched in front of him and rested her hand on his cheek to wipe away some of the blood with her thumb. She couldn’t find the right words, nothing she could think of seemed to fit. “How much of it is yours?”

Reaction meme ;;@redhandedfather ;; Bleeding and/or covered in bruises

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the next chapter || cal & raina

”-is showing no signs of degeneration of the blood or tissue. Unfortunately the serum itself is... unstable. I’ve been unable to isolate what exactly it is that causes it to break down, but the effects have lasted from anywhere between 3 to 20 hours. More research is necessary to-”

Raina broke off, stiffening slightly as a floorboard creaked behind her. She switched off the tape recorder, instinctively reaching to raise her hood and cover herself, in spite of the fact that her skin was smooth and clear. Her bright, golden eyes swung down to focus on her lap, and she pressed her lips into a thin line.

“You should be in bed, doctor. You need to rest.”

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It feels like every time I write something, Raina decides to verbally kick everyone in the crotch...