#seanchas

[nicholas-wolfwood]

🌸 for knives (good luck! or 3 things he hates)

🌸 What I Like About You

"Son of a bitch... Alright, fine. I guess I can appreciate how fuckin' LAZY he is, otherwise we wouldn't of lasted as long as we have."

"An'... I guess I can respect how far he'll go for his kind. Minus the shit he does to Vash. There aren't many lines I wouldn't cross to protect my family, so if I were in his shoes... I can't say I'd do much different."

"...Wait, shit that's only two. Uh.... He finally started wearin' clothes again? That's an improvement."

[gamelost]

@seanchas -- ♡ & he's getting danny

'oh, fuck no. absolutely not. you stay the fuck over there!'

and he's waving his flashlight at him like it's actually going to do anything. when he thinks the ghostface isn't going to move, he crouches back down to the generator, keeping him in the corner of his eyes. of course, he naturally fucks up on the gen, and the blast into his fingers has him looking up again.

'oh, fuck off, don't look at me like that.'

[n-i-n-e-s-i-x]

Clannad || Seanchas

[gunghogoons]

🤐 (from knives)

She might be hiding a boyfriend....

[lesserone]

@seanchas inquired: “ sorry !! … i’m not really sorry. i actually don’t care. ” from b

❝ well in that case — i'm not sorry, either. ❞ NO SENSE SUGAR COATING IT, but it's not like he ever would've said he was sorry anyway. mello's not usually the type to feel remorse for shit, it's rare that he does. he's always been the one to laugh when someone gets hurt or made fun of, to be the one that makes others upset with the things he says. he does care that b's not sorry, he hates having his ego bruised, but he'll never admit that. ❝ глупая сука. ❞

[nicholas-wolfwood]

send "scar" to trace one of my muse's scars.

@seanchas​

It was a long, thin scar running down the base of his neck; clearly from a surgical incision directly over the spinal cord. The rest was hidden by his hair, but one could feel that it traveled up to the base of the skull, over the brainstem.

It was part of the Eye of Michael’s surgical enhancements, as well as a VERY sensitive spot for the priest, as the surgical site had gone into the nerves.

Which was why, when he felt Knives trace over that scar in particular, Wolfwood let out a yelp and spun around, a hand over the back of his neck defensively.

“-DON’T do that!!”

[karenuhana-a]

CATCH MY MUSE BEING A LONER. 8 from Kisame

konan being a loner | accepting

At a hilltop watching the sunrise/sunfall.

there was only one time where konan had seen the sun rise in all its clear glory, and it was in the dawn where akatsuki received its name. the paper lady remembers that moment so vividly, and how it felt like the new day ahead of her and her partners was born just for them. the clouds parted and presented a bright and warm future for akatsuki, the group who would finally bring peace to the scarred world.

it seems that things changed a bit.

when she was patrolling the hilltop for the night during a mission, the sudden light in the horizon caught konan's attention, and she just had to take a break and sit on the grass, staring intently at the orange sun, maybe to try to feel something. despite being in a daze, she could spot kisame with the corner of her eye.

.......kisame. do you need something?

[nicholas-wolfwood]

[ WAITING ] (From Knives, because that's a comforting sight, right?)

Back to the Land of the Living

[ WAITING ]for sender to be waiting at receiver’s hospital bedside when receiver finally comes out of a coma, or wakes from surgery.

Surgery on members of the Eye of Michael was always... an adventure, to say the least. Between their accelerated healing, regeneration, and metabolisms, they often recovered quickly, but needed enough anesthesia to knock out a sand worm (if it was used at all). It kept Wolfwood out cold long enough for the surgeons to finish, and left him confused and disoriented when he awoke... 

Only to feel his heart stop when he saw who was sitting at his bedside.

The priest let out a yelp of surprise, and instinctively tried to scramble back, but was held in place by the restraints on the hospital “bed” (installed for this reason, as it kept him from reopening the freshly closed surgical sites). After a few moments of futile, frantic tugging, Wolfwood lay still, looking around in alarmed confusion before returning his gaze to his boss.

“Wh-... What happened?!” He groaned out. Fuck, his head was killing him, but he was struggling to remember. Thanks to the anesthesia required to keep him under, his memory was still foggy, and Knives being present was NOT helping matters! As far as he was aware, the bastard didn’t make bedside calls! Had the Eye decided to “upgrade” his enhancements? Had Knives ordered some surgical procedure? Was it something else entirely? What was going on?!

He couldn’t remember!

“Where...? Why’re you here?!”