#satnson

[nachan69]

Marsh family and Cartman familiy

[ichorveincd]

admittedly , what juliette banner considered a monotonous day would likely have another yanking out their hair by the root . back to back meetings , hours long surgeries , residents always on her heels with a thousand questions dropped into ear . yet she maintains same effervescent demeanor , umber hues bright , rosy pout quirked upwards in inviting grin . ever bright , a beacon of what a well respected leader ought to resemble . 

the three interns she oversees personally disperse as banner reaches office , ducklings filing off neatly down the hall . juliette settles into desk chair with a sigh , fingertips pressing into temple in search of relief at the ache that lurks at the edge of her mind . floor to ceiling panes allow late afternoon sunlight to flood 76th story office , painting the space a watercolor tangerine . it was a boring , beautiful day — and then , it wasn’t .

desktop screen fills with scrolling banner , ear piercing alarm startling the doctor out of reverie . she jolts back in plush leather seat , cuing service dog to settle large head in her master’s lap with a whine . 

CONDITION TROJAN , SECURITY SYSTEMS FAILURE . FOLLOW SAFE PASSAGE PROTOCOL .

it’s an all too familiar sensation , panic . metallic upon tongue as she rises , rapid beeping from wrist warning of the abrupt increase in pulse . kahlua stands at attention at her side , german shepherd’s ears alert . juliette draws a sharp breath , swallows against the bile building in throat . follow protocol . feet seem to move of their own accord , 9mm drawn from secured casing . never a creature inclined to confrontation ; quite the opposite , a diplomat through and through . yet banner’s associations leave her little choice in the matter , manicured digits drawn expertly around weapon . reach the top floor , juliette chants , pushing against the wave of panicked stark industries employees moving in the opposite direction in an effort to reach emergency exits . who their unexpected visitor was , and where they were in the building , she’s unaware , electing only to hope that she doesn’t have to find out . 

*.˚ — pc ˗ˏˋ @satnson​ ˎˊ˗

[alwaysbecontaminated]

it’s difficult for him to take a night off - whether that be in regards to studying or protecting the city. always feels as though this isn’t a luxury he’s allowed, likely thanks to being brought up in a catholic orphanage. sloth is a sin, after all and there was always something he could be doing. not to say he completely missed out on a childhood, but he supposes most kids weren’t taken under some old blind man’s wings and trained in various forms of hand-to-hand combat in their free time either. regardless, he does his best not to think of what he should be doing and simply enjoying himself instead as cane gently taps against the concrete they walk upon and arm links with sean’s own. the smell of alcohol is slightly less overwhelming now that he’s gotten more used to it... unlike certain other smells. it no longer gives him a headache, but he can’t deny the fact that foggy’s odor can be overbearing at times, as much as he loves him. he’s glad sean doesn’t ever seem to have that problem. his nostrils could use a break.

“ apparently foggy has a hot date tonight, ” he muses with a snicker. not that there’s anything even remotely comical about what he said, but, well, alcohol certainly allows him to loosen up a bit. “ said not to wait up for him, if you need a place to crash, ” he informs him, absently readjusts the hold his has on sean’s arm as he does so. “ that or you’re calling a cab once we reach the dorms. i don’t need you ending up in a ditch because you thought you were capable of walking home on your own, ” he teases lightly, though he means his words all the same. after all, patrolling the city after a night of drinking doesn’t seem as though it’d be very helpful in finding an unconscious sean and getting him home safely. would rather just avoid the whole ordeal, in truth. “ and you’re not, by the way. ”

[chxoticmuses]

FAMILY REFERENCE / FAMILY SENTENCE STARTERS

Status: Accepting

@satnson​​ said:  ​❝ my parents are fighting again.. ❞ ( pre-demon smol nico @ eunice )

          ❝ Is that so? ❞ The angel takes her place on the rooftop right next to him, arm draping over his shoulders and pulling him closer as her eyes stayed focus on the night sky. This is where they decided to meet every time something was bothering them; on the rooftop at night underneath the stars, using the scenery to calm them on whatever it was that may be bothering them. So as soon as she saw him sitting there she already knew something was up.  ❝ Sometimes parents argue. Everything can’t always be perfect. They have feelings too, but so do you and sometimes, if it’s becoming frequent, they need to stop and think about you. ❞ Which she doubts that they were doing at all.  ❝ Parents can really be something else sometimes and a real pain, but just know whatever is happening between them is not your fault at all. ❞ She assures him, hands rubbing his shoulders gently.

[cagcdbird]

@satnson​ queried: 🔥 [ little nico is insecure and needs to know...

O, how blessed was she that dear Nico trusted her so! So many were wont to face her request with revulsion at the thought of pale finger pads mapping their features, fearing it to be too intimate a process to handle. Little did they understand how the lab rat yearned to see once more, as she had done some twenty years ago. To see a world she had never known beyond whitewashed wells and sterilised machines would be the highest privilege of all.

Alas, clouded eyes and severed optical nerves were testament to a dream she could never fulfil.

Blanched fingers rested at his forehead for a time before they parted ways, scoping a firm brow, temples, an index and middle lightly tracing the length of his nose, the dark circles of his eyes, before aligning with their fellows at the prominence of his cheekbones. They grazed his lips, the angle of his jawline, and reunited once more at his chin. The lab rat beamed with an appreciative smile.

❝It’s a small wonder that you don’t break all the boys and girls’ hearts with a face like that,❞ teased Fleurette. ❝Worry not, mon chéri. Your features suit you very well. Thank you for trusting me.❞

[chxoticmuses]

SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS

Status: Accepting

@satnson​ said:   ❝ It’s impossible for someone’s head to actually explode, isn’t it? ❞ [ 4 kirk from marty ! ]

          Kirk's eyes narrow and his hand comes up to his cheek, stroking it gently as he honestly thinks over the answer. ❝ Depends; you mean to blow up like dynamite or blow up like a grape when you step on it? ❞  Either way, both options would be really fucking fun to see and test on the next bastard that dared to try him. ❝ I guess if you strap something explosive to their head then yes, technically it can blow up but it’ll happen so quickly that you’ll barely even see it. ❞  He’s talking and giving an honest review as if he weren’t talking about human beings. ❝ But, I feel like squeezing it and just letting it bust would be far more interesting. ❞

[chxoticmuses]

SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS

Status: Accepting

@satnson​ said:  ❝ Sorry for hitting you in the face so hard. ❞ [ & another one ]

          ❝ Awe man, ❞ The criminal’s head stays leaned back so he wouldn’t get the blood dripping down from his nose all over the place. His face ached hard with pain and it was surely going to be swollen or red for the next couple of hours. Not even the bag of frozen green beans he was holding to his face would be able to prevent that.  ❝ You can’t go around hitting me and shit, okay? How am I supposed to get pussy and dick if my main moneymaker is all smashed up and bruise? Hm? ❞ Kirk scolds Marty.  ❝ You gotta watch out dude or Imma have to return the favor one of these days. ❞

[chxoticmuses]

ONE WORD PROMPTS

Status: Accepting

@satnson​ said:  stalk ( for Cordelia from daisy ! )

stalk :   my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them,  watching them.

          At first, Cordelia brushed off the little noises and feelings of being watched as nothing more than just her being paranoid. She was stuck in this big shop alone with no one else to occupy her at times, so her mind couldn’t help but wonder and create things that weren’t there. Or at least what she assumed not to be. The feeling of being watched only intensified, but not wanting to come to terms with reality she brushed it off as her cats in the distance being...well, cats. It wasn’t until she was closing up the shop and went outside to throw out some rubbish did she finally think something was up. She could hear their breathing in the distance and the body heat wandering off of them was too great to ignore. Glancing back momentarily she was able to get a glimpse of the woman who had been bugging her all day long. What could she possibly want?  ❝ State who you are and what’s your business here and state it quickly. ❞ Cordelia demanded, eyes narrowing in at her.