#shmiles

[xylo-art]

can you imagine...

[moralmortuary]

" oh my god.  oh my god,  oh my god,  what the hell ?   is that what i think it is ? ? " ((Happy birthday Harrison; it's time to die))

"Hm?"

The doctor came back to the table to which the young man was strapped to. He held his hands up facing him, clad in black rubber gloves.

"Oh, you're awake," the corners of his eyes crinkled in a false smile beneath his mask. This always made his work more interesting.

"You're curious, aren't you," he tilted his head to the side with a lilting tone. Loose strands of his hair fell across his face. He shook them away before grabbing the hot, overhead lamp down into the young mans face.

"All the better to see you with," he picked up a needle and showed it to him. It was connected to a long rubber tube that led to a glass jar hanging on a hook above them. The jar was filled with a dark liquid.

"I will be giving you blood, but that it about all that I can do for you," he laughed softly through his nose, "You'll stay alive as long as possible, won't you?"

[vanagloriiia]

@rcyalty-free asked: 🥃When's the last time you were happy? Truly, happy? drinking game. / open

ཐི𖤐ཋྀ ———

                         Scoffing  as  the  drink  is  placed  in  front  of  him.  What  a  ridiculous  situation  this  is.  What  do  they  expect  to  happen  when  mortal  alcohol  hasn't  affected  him  in  millennia  now ??

                         ❝ Are  you  hard  of  sight ??  Am  I  not  smiling  as  we  speak ??  Surely  that  should  answer  your  question  adequately. ❞

                         And  yet  he  would  abide  by  this  silly  little  game,  downing  the  liquid  in  one  like  an  expert  at  this  —  Hells  knows  how  long  it  had  been  since  he  indulged  like  this,  even  without  the  effects  that  he'd  prefer  to  follow  the  rather  unpleasant  taste.

                         ❝ Satisfied~ ?? ❞

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[stacrossedmanta]

hhh Sanguine Avatars

[luoism]

@detagen chapter ⁰ ¹  ⸝⸝ keeping watch. location: yellow hall tw: possible mentions of depression in upcoming replies as a side effect of luo's anomaly.

in a world where comfort is terribly hard to find, luo is glad to know ryder.

while things aren't often good, rare are the times when they are bad. even then, luo meets the occurrences halfway with a smile and an unwavering determination for yet another challenge.

what the boy doesn't necessarily understand is that for every win he gains, higher the stakes will become. like an algorithm in the works, taking notes of what he lacks of - or what excels at - the hauntings always get worse. in his flimsiest, nearly non existent defense, luo is smart. he knows all popular belief of that statement alone being true is most definitely against him - but he doesn't need anyone other than himself to believe it.

against the entities behind his hauntings though, he simply isn't smart enough.

and he is okay with it - fine with it, even. to his core, he was never created with the goal of being better - or smarter. the company he keeps when on the topic of his anomaly is questionable at best, of a realm even he doesn't fully comprehend. to go ahead and claim to be better would be idiotic.

and as stated above, xu luo is not an idiot. . . which is why he doesn't see a problem in surrendering.

it's two something - or the middle of the afternoon when luo finds himself in front of ryder's door, and he doesn't spare a second of hesitation when knocking on it. he pays attention to a lot of things - as if keeping a list of his numerous symptoms would somehow eliminate them altogether. but between the pounding headache and a fever that pales his complexion and lightens the usual pink of his lips, luo truly cannot bother to care about the logistics of his thoughts.

all he truly focuses on is hoping - manifesting, even, that ryder is home. . . and he nearly faints when the door is answered.

"please help me." is all he says while eagerly walking past the man and into the room, his lack of social etiquette being the least of his worries. "i'm so sorry to do this out of nowhere-" he adds then pauses, soon enough burying his face in his trembling, freezing hands. "i just can't make it stop - i haven't slept in days, i just need a nap. please, just one nap and i'll be out of here."

[qwanderer]

Consider this ship:

Shuri/Miles Morales

imagine Shuri is doing her thing, bringing Wakandan technology and education to the youth of America

imagine Peter, MJ, Ned and the newest member of the Academic Decathlon team, Miles, all go to one of Shuri’s East Coast events

imagine Miles gets exposed to whatever gave Peter his powers (which is a very special MCU mystery) and he doesn’t react to it as well as Peter did and suddenly Shuri has to save him from dying and stabilize his spider powers

Miles is like apologizing for being so much trouble

but Shuri is just “don’t apologize, my brother the giant cat keeps dragging home white boys with chunks missing out of them. That gets tedious. This? This is refreshing.”

[school-rebel]

me: shy and smiles

me: shmiles

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