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@boundedbygrief / jesse.

you’ve read this magazine twice already. you’ve tried not to bother him since you had arrived, letting him sulk in his own misery ; he didn’t need the extra added attitude. there’s only so much to entertain you in a hospital room, though. tossing the magazine on the end table, you finally break the silence. ❝ i’m bored. ❞ heels click as you stand from the chair, making your way over to the hospital bed, sitting down on the edge. it’s comfortable, at least.

you shift momentarily, lightly bouncing up & down on the bed before taking a peek over at him. ❝ are ya’ still mad? because, i’m really fuckin’ bored & i think i could help both of us. ❞

#boundedbygrief #boundedbygrief: jesse.#timeline tbd.#the biggest :kyleisfat: moment ever on this blog

@painmade

this made no fucking sense. you’d tried everything in your power to connect the dots — you’ve tried blaming it on a potential name change, a potential mix - up in the system, something even being missed in the national system. [yeah, you even checked the national database, that’s how confused you were.] this just didn’t make any sense, though. this was also the last thing you needed. the first job you get outside of being a laboratory assistant & you can’t even get someone’s dna matched to their proper name? what a fucking nightmare. when your boss found out, it wasn’t a surprise he sent you out to investigate what the reasoning of it was. even if he hadn’t, you were going to anyways ; you weren’t going to lose your job over something like this. besides, the protocol was to check in with the patient once you retrieved their dna, anyways. [whether they specified by phone call or in person was the hospital’s fault. not yours.]

when you reached his house, you tried one more time to make it make sense. there was nothing to fix this. it was genetically impossible for jacob mckinley to share the same dna makeup as a jesse pinkman. so, it left you with one question : who the fuck was this dude?

stepping out of your car, you made your way to the front door, knocking & waiting until it opened, his face coming into view. ❝ hi, mr. mckinley. i’m doctor sienna aquino, i work over in the genetics lab at the medical center. i’m actually workin’ with yer dna right now from yer previous visit, & i’m just curious if ya’ could help explain some things to me? ❞ it’s spoken with a smile, a calm exterior shown versus your perplexed interior.

#painmade #timeline tbd.#i am so excited for this :')

“ i’m neither man nor beast. i’m something new entirely. ” @comnder

it’s not romantic. in any other moment, your thighs would be pooling with attraction & you would be laying her down in bed, making your way with her for the evening. this was not romantic. this was deadly. this was the devil. the blade she holds at your throat indicates that as much. it’s tightly pressed against your flesh, a thin slit opening the faded scar resting on olive countenance from years prior — a single carmine drop of blood hits the floor, the tantalizing pain beginning to hit your nerves. you’re a fool, body torn opened as if you’re in the midst of an autopsy & displayed entirety for her see. you crave this. you crave the sensation she brings to you. it soars through your bloodstream synonymous to a drug : you crave & crave until it kills you. you’ve always wanted a place to belong & you have found your residence. it’s betwixt her ribcage & in her stomach, your heart being carried within her for years to come. don’t forget about me, my love.

a hand curls around hers, the prickles of the knife’s handle touching the pads of your fingers in the free spaces. your breathing is slow for the last taste of fresh air, in & out, bracing yourself for the inevitable end awaiting you. you always knew how this story would it. all stars must die eventually ; they orbit & become supergiants, falling victim to becoming a supernova & eventually a blackhole. you will consume everything in your path if you maintain alive. she’s smart. she knows this. you will not walk out of this room again, not alive or breathing. your corpse will be hers to dispose — will she dig you a grave or settle for putting you inside her stomach? you can help but question it as your head juts forward, lips nearly touching hers. her breath is warm, slicking you in the attraction you fell for. how did we end up here, prosperina?

❝ kill me. ❞ i have seen things / everything we have built for ourselves is collapsing, crumbling beneath our feet & i am the last remaining piece of the puzzle. when they want to collect all your sins & take you from the world, they will come to me. the confession of all our sins will worm their way out of my throat ; i am selfish. i won’t protect you, my love. i will protect myself before you. i love you. i am selfish. [i still love you, even under your spell.] you move her hand & the blade to dig itself deeper into your flesh, a quiet mewl spilling from your mouth as you press your lips against her, for what you assume to be the final time. ❝ get it over with, prosperina. i don’t have all day to wait. ❞

#comnder #timeline tbd.#cannibalism /#queue.#is this as juicy as i thought? no but its still quite juicy

❝ i see you’re not getting much sleep either. should i make us both some tea, then? ❞

the gentleness of her voice was a welcome break in the silence. shepard rubbed at his temple with the heel of his palm as he sat up fully from his make-shift bed on her sofa.

"i'll get the cups," he said, his own tone softer as well. there was no one else in her apartment but it felt strange to disturb the incredibly early hours of the day by speaking at his normal cadence.

the taller of the two rose, padding cross the cool flooring to the cabinets he had seen her retrieve mugs from in the past.

"i'm not used to the quiet, i think," shepard admitted, setting down the blasto decorated mugs he had presented her with some time ago. "what's your excuse?"

CONVERSATIONAL SENTENCE STARTERS | @manaborn

#☆ ⁄ queue.#☆ ⁄ answered: ic.#manaborn #timeline tbd.

[ CRIMSON ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has blood on their clothes (either from an injury or another person) takes them to a private room to help remove the clothes and find clean ones.

THERE WERE MANY THINGS SHEPARD COULD IGNORE. impossible odds, charging krogan, and most skyway driving laws were among them. but the obvious disappointment etched all over gwen's face when he finally detangled himself from the geniuses who had thought only three had been enough to get the drop on him.

he was unsure how to ignore that, especially when she had taken his hand and led him back to the normandy in complete silence. it made him itch, the quiet, and after maker only knew how many months they had known each other now, she was well aware.

but, if that was going to be his punishment, then he accepted it. accepted it for the transit back to the ship, the ride up the lift, and the short walk into his quarters where she promptly sat him down on his own bed and reached for the now red strained front of his shirt.

"it's not mine," the commander assured her, daring the break her retribution, but still his arms lifted as she tugged it up and over his head.

before she could move away to find him a replacement, he caught her wrist and tugged her back to him.

"hey... i know i'm an idiot, but i'm an idiot who doesn't let assholes put hands on his friends. okay?"

prompts about getting undressed. | @manaborn

#manaborn #☆ ⁄ answered: ic.#☆ ⁄ queue.#timeline tbd.

i am not your lawyer. -- from @spectrien (hello hiii!)

"you need a lawyer when you've broken laws. spectres are above the law," was shepard's retort. the younger of the two did little hide the bemusement in his voice as the lift began its ascent. when the status of spectre had been bestowed upon him, there had not been a true briefing of his responsibilities and the protocols he was supposedly meant to adhere to.

as the elevator lurched to a halt, he took the initiative to step out first with the expectation nihlus would be at his heels.

"i hadn't even left the system before the council called me in."

"something big must be going on if they need both of us."

prompt i lost. | @henosiis / @spectrien

#spectrien #henosiis #☆ ⁄ answered: ic.#☆ ⁄ queue.#timeline tbd.#[ hi friend !! ]

[ GENTLE ] for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them. :3

it was difficult to tell which one of them had spoiled the evening. dinner had turned into watching a film ( one of her infamous cousin's favorites ), which turned into talking about her family and then his family. and then the room had gone silent all except for the movie, continuing forgotten in the background.

on one end of the sofa, in the same spot shepard had sat many months prior on the night they first met, he was tense and contemplative. he wasn't sure how long he had been staring blankly ahead until he felt gwen's arms wrap around his shoulders.

she was always so warm, he could feel her through his armor when they stood side by side. sometimes he thought he would melt into her. this time he did.

"i haven't said their names in a long time,." he admitted softly, burying his face against the top of her hair. his arms found their way about her to return the embrace, their seated positions making it that much easier to pull her closer to him.

"thank you... for asking about them."

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS | @manaborn

#☆ ⁄ answered: ic.#timeline tbd.#manaborn

" where are you going? "

the frustration he feels manifesting via the twitch of his brow keeps him distracted enough to not notice her until it's too late.

gwen appears his side, her presence warmer and brighter than most. her long legs match his stride as he turns the next corridor and shepard breathes a heavy sigh.

she's not unwelcome ( it isn't her fault his warnings about the REAPERS were unheard for years ) but his anger and her helpful nature tend to mix as well as oil and water.

"going to commandeer vega's heavy bag until it breaks," shepard replied, stopping short of the lift. "and then i'm going to break something else and then, i'll figure out a way to save the whole galaxy."