#shadowthorne

[crabuncle]

moon and the ocean in perpetual dance

[ichxgo]

"Don't touch it!" It's hissed out, then, muttered between his teeth. "..hurts."

@the-pallid-king || 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 || accepting

His eyes flit to Shiro’s and his hand stops midair.  He lowers it. 

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but someone’s going to have to touch it. And you’re scaring that doctor shitless.” 

The man’s already hovering back further than any decent, medical professional should. Probably top of class, worth every penny. Except he’s likely only seen stab wounds in very pristine white rooms with a team of other professionals. Not under the 'I will definitely kill you and your entire family if you fuck this up' gaze of a drug lord.

He sits back, grabs the glass of bourbon he brought in with him and hands it over. Maybe if Shiro drinks himself into a coma, someone can patch him up.  Then Ichigo is going hunting.

“How did you manage to let someone stab you?” 

Okay, probably not what happened. 

His brows furrow further but his mouth is already as downturned as it can get. “You need a place here for things like this. A—“ He almost says clinic. “Place stocked with supplies and clean.” Even as he says it, he knows it’s a grander version of the first aid kit argument all over again, so he stops. “Look.” He leans down carefully to ease himself into the bed beside Shiro without jostling him too much. “You can let this guy give you something or I’m going to hold you down, then he's going to patch you up. And you’re really going to be pissed at me, but those are your choices.” Though, maybe not. “You want the other guy instead? The body snatcher?”

He’s crouched forward, leaning too close, but at the edge in that tone, Ichigo pulls his hand back before he can lose it between Zangetus's teeth. He pushes out a hard breath. 

It’s a hell of a wound.   “Do I even want to know what happened?”

Dinner gone wrong, he’s guessing. He can’t see many Shinigami managing that kind of blow to the hollow. Certainly no one unseated. But that’s a problem for later. “Alright.” 

Ichigo presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, eyes scanning the alley behind them as he thinks. He needs to move Zangetsu somewhere out of sight. Somewhere no one will ask questions.

"Can you stand?" His gaze shifts back, flicking to the wound. "Not sure you could get an arm around me without tearing it worse." There’s a pause. "I think…"

He stops. Doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want the reaction it’ll get.

Another breath. Lower now. "...I’m going to have to carry you."

He waits. He knows what’s coming. But he’s not changing his mind.

He isn’t leaving him here wounded. That’s not up for debate.

[black--sun]

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@white--moon || send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.

The air hisses in a final gurgling breath from the guy under Ichigo, blood bubbling up around the blade of the knife lodged in his chest. Between the blade and the blood slicked hand around his throat, he’d gone from man to corpse in a satisfyingly short span of time. 

Ichigo releases his grip, licking blood off his lip and sitting up as he looks around, muscles loosening as the body goes slack under his thighs. 

The floor is strewn with other limp bodies, most of them alive-- for the moment at least. Maybe until Shiro decides if they’re going to live or not. But this guy Ichigo decided for himself. He was dead as soon as he went for Shiro. If he’d aimed for Ichigo, he might’ve made the kill. Going the extra step it took to reach Shiro had been a mistake. Ichigo had plenty of time to react, he’d moved almost before his thoughts caught up to his body, before he’d even registered more than a flicker in his periphery. 

He’d caught the switchblade, but the steel tip slashed open the skin between his fingers. The cut dripped a steady stream onto dirty cement beside him. He’d see if it stopped bleeding before deciding if it needed stitches. 

Ichigo grips his knife in his good hand and tugs, feeling resistance before it pops free of chest and lung with a warm, wet spatter across his jeans. 

He looks for Shiro, checking him over before climbing to his own feet. He doesn’t say Shiro’s deal was sideways almost from the start, because it’d just be rubbing it in at this point. Shiro wasn't kidding when he said switching things over would have its own set of problems for Ichigo to cut his teeth on. Not that this seems like a problem anymore. All six assholes are either dead or unconscious or trying to look like one or the other, and he and Shiro are still in one piece. 

He shivers as the blood soaking through his shirt goes from hot to cold where it sticks to skin. There’s enough that it shows red, even on black fabric, but it definitely isn’t his. 

Ichigo scans what’s left of the room, but stops when he realizes Shiro’s closer than he was a second ago.

Shiro has his own splatter of blood in his hair from Ichigo’s botched attempt to outpace that blade. 

He forces a wry smile to cover the next shiver as Shiro takes his hand and flips it over to examine the cut. Probably trying to see if Ichigo is about to lose a finger. “You gonna fuss over me? That’s new.”

[catacombofsouls]

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@shadowthorne​ @fxtelism​ @mcsesofhope​ @stray-itallian-greyhound​

[shapooda]

Uncensored here ;D . For @shadowthorne !  I’m @’ing you with lewd again; hope things are better fren ; A ;

[valaid]

shadowthorne replied to your photo: Finally

I"M SO JEALOUS SLDFKJLKSJDLFKjLKSJDF Look how lovely the snow and trees areeeeeeee

mwahahaha

well, I’m sure the snow will melt away until tomorrow XD But it’s showing itself at least~~ waiting for more autumn storms before winter really is here though

[shadowthorne]

WELL. Since tumblr is still dead set on suicide, now seems like another good time to remind everyone that I have a twitter, which I’m fairly active on these days, and of course I can also be found on AO3 and FFN still. I also have a discord I’m basically permanently logged into, and you can feel free to ask for my username.  

I’m staying on tumblr until it actually, officially dies, but since we have literally no way of knowing when that will happen, I’d appreciate you guys following my twitter and such so we can keep in touch.

[crispysnakes]

shadowthorne What causes something like this? Poor guy... Well... Hopefully he did his job before he had to retire for the season

It happens when blood pools in the hemipene due to injury or blockage, and is more or less an excessively long, painful erection. In snakes the opening where the hemipene everts is very tiny and extended swelling will cut blood supply to the organ, causing it to die/dry out and become necrotic (which very quickly leads to infection and left untreated, death). In BB’s case there was no blockage, no twisting or injury, and the organ was structurally sound. The vet thinks Sas was just a bit rough with him. I’d guess she probably pulled away when he was trying to lock up with her since it looked like she was ready to ovulate. 

In any case, I’m grateful I was able to spot it and that she didn’t rip it out. It looks like she has cycled as well, so I’m hopeful that she’ll go on to produce a viable litter. Time will tell.