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kaito's reliance on medication in order to suppress the insidious nature within him is a constant reminder of what inner struggles he faces daily. the medication he takes acts as both a blessing & a curse, providing him temporary reprieve from his impulses while also serving as a stark reminder of his vulnerability.

behind closed doors, he battles with the conflict of relying on the medication. he questions whether he is truly himself when under its influence, or if it is merely a mask that keeps him from being who he really is.

#𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐆 ; 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 // 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

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kaito's  footsteps  echoed  through  the  pristine  halls  of   notorious  clinic  sitting  in  the  heart  of  the  united  states.  familiar  scents  of  sterile  cleanliness  mingled  with  the  lingering  traces  of  hope  that  had  drawn  him  here.  as  he  approached  the  reception  desk,  his  eyes  darted  around,  mindlessly  examining  the  sleek  architecture  &  cutting-edge  technology  that  defined  this  renowned  establishment.

❝  welcome  to  dr.  corvus’ clinic.  how  may  i  assist  you  today?  ❞  the  receptionist  greeted  him with  a  polite  smile  &  dose  of  kindness,  her  voice  exuded  an  admirable  level  of  professionalism.

kaito  returned  the  smile,  though  his  cunning  gaze  betrayed  a  touch  of  weariness.  ❝  i'm  here to  see  dr.  corvus.  we've  corresponded  regarding  a  new  medication  i've  been  searching  for. ❞

the  receptionist  duly  noted  &  complied,  consulting  her  screen  without  question. ❝  ah,  mr.  kaito. dr.  corvus  has  been  expecting  you.  please  have  a  seat  in  the  waiting  area,  &  he'll  be  with  you  shortly. ❞

with  a  nod  of  gratitude,  kaito  traversed  his  way  to  a  sleek,  modern  waiting  area.  plush  leather  chairs  offered  little  comfort  for  the  restless  mind  remained  preoccupied  with  the  possibilities  that  awaited  him  if  he  were  to  fail  on  acquiring  what  was  promised  to  him.  dr.  corvus’s  reputation  preceded  him  —  as  a  former  affiliate  of  the  jaeger  program,  rumored  to  possess  knowledge  &  resources  that  surpassed  conventional  medical  boundaries.

as  he came  to  settle into  a  chair,  our  pilot’s  fingers  absentmindedly  traced  the  outline  of  an  empty  vial  belonging  to  his  current  medication,  a  familiar  routine  belonging  in  his  sea  of  uncertainty.  he  knew  deep  within  that  the  medication  had  been  simply  a  lifeline,  suppressing  what  tempest  quietly  rumbled  within.

⸺ | @seekspath

#seekspath #𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 #i decided to create the starter based on corvus having his clinic and kaito visits it for personal purposes

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they  traversed  with  calculated  precision,  each  footstep  a  tune  crawling   through  the  abandoned  grim  prison  halls.  the  very  air  felt  foreboding,  heavy,  yet  the  general’s  soldiers  remained  cold,  unaffected  by  what  gruesome  scenarios  came  into  display;  cells  littered  with  corpses,  blood  splattered  across  stained  walls,  &  a  handful  guards  who  remained  stationed  in  this  god  forgotten  establishment.  it  was  not  so  much  a  prison  as  it  were  a  place  for  those  condemned  to  die  off.

the  general  led  the  procession  without  a  trace  of  empathy for anyone in that goddamn prison,  or  remorse,  for  his  duty  to  mankind  overshadowed  the  basic  needs  of  any  remaining  prisoners  in  the  building.  his  eyes,  hardened  by  countless  battles  fought in the past,  surveyed  the  desolate  surroundings  with  unwavering  determination  &  anyone  who  dared  to  interfere  would  be  put  down.  to  him,  that  prisoner was worth everyone's lives within that place.

❝  look  alive,  this  might  be  your  chance  to  clean  up  that  dirty  slate  of  yours.  ❞  the  general  confessed,  only  he  secretly knew  what  atrocities  laid  hidden  under  that  young  man’s  skin.  as  they  finally  emerged  from  the  confines  of  the  prison,  the  outside  world  greeted  them  with  a  somber  stillness.  what  was  once  known  as  a  relatively  vibrant  landscape  had  withered  under  the  relentless  conditions  mankind  lived  under for a few years now.

the soldiers,  their  movements  devoid  of sympathy for envy,  directed  their  prisoner  towards  the  waiting truck.  ❝  handle  the  goods  with  care,  the  less  bruises  the  better.  ❞   our  general  barked,  reminding  his  squad  that  envy  was  important &  to  be  handled  with  relative  care.  chains  rattled  as  he  was  haphazardly  loaded  into  the  back.

our  general’s  heavy  weight  sat  aside  the  prisoner,  as  he  done  so,  envy’s  lightweight  frame  gently  hopped  on  spot.  ❝  how  does  it  feel  to  breathe  some  good  ol’  air?   ❞  his  husky  voice  inquired,  before  lips  clasped  a  thick  cigar.  its  crown  had been  lit  &  not  a  moment  longer,  their  vehicle  began  to  move  in  order  to  initiate  a  relatively  long  journey.

𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃, for such is coded in their nature. to define the unknown, to decipher the indecipherable & rule the omnipotent ── or simply crush it beneath their heel. needless to say, the young man locked in the cell happens to be one such enigma, an ex-captain pilot of the royal army, now set on a death-row after his entire squad was found dead... or rather... what was left of them.

a whole myriad of gnarled corpses.

the training hall was completely littered by their bloodied bones & tattered flesh, looking like the 21st century's very own depiction of hell. the solider who has unfortunately stumbled on its scene has yet to recover from the horrific shock & paranoia, whimpering & screaming how min-jun was eating them all. pretty abhorrent, right... ? well, the young man in question was called many names since then, ranging from a monster, to traitor, to a madman, however, no matter what name or label was given, nobody could possibly explain as to how he actually done it. an ex-captain pilot, no older than thirty, somehow tearing apart an entire squad of trained soldiers with nothing more than his bare hands. the very people who were once deemed his family.

it's only natural that what cannot be understood must be tamed, & if it cannot be tamed, it must be killed. min-jun never blamed them for the death sentence, nor did he fear the day it comes as the whole concept always did elude the young man. as such, he waited... ever so slowly wilting away. by the time the heavy doors creaked open, he was far too weak to look or even stand, letting himself get lifted off the ground just like a broken marionette. is it my time, general, he wishes to ask, yet only a sigh escapes min-jun's soft lips, feeling how the fellow soldiers drag him out into a hallway, making min-jun's boots glide helplessly across the steel tiles.

he flinches as the heavy row of lights above, unable to focus as their sharp glow makes his dark eyes hurt. ❝ mnh... ❞

#s-talking #𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 // 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 ; 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 #you can see that the general is rubbing his hands #the idea of having someone compatible with kaito just puts his heart at ease #2 fekin years #2 #and he will seriously shoot someone if it all messes up

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#𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐍 // 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎

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kaito  cautiously  traversed  through  debris-laden  streets,  his  eyes  scanned  among  an  almost  infinite  amount  of  wreckage  left  behind by  a  recent  kaiju  attack.  smoke  billowed  in  the  air,  mingling  playfully  with  the  scent  of  destruction.  our  pilot’s  cybernetic  eye  darted  back  &  forth,  seeking  any  signs  of  life  amidst  the  desolation.  he  had  been  tasked  to  guiding  any  survivors  back  to  designated  temporary  camps.

as  he at last  approached  a  small  shop,  its  battered  exterior  ravaged  by  the  kaiju's  fury gave of a sign of life,  a flicker  of  movement  caught  his  peripheral  vision.  intrigued,  he  pushed  through  the  store’s  broken  door,  his  senses  on  high  alert.  within  the  shattered  remnants  of  what  was  once  a  bustling  establishment,  he  spotted  a  young  woman  huddled  on  the  floor,  her  wide  eyes  dazed  &  filled  with  a  mix  of  shock & possibly  fear.

❝ hey,  are  you  alright, ❞  kaito  called  out  softly,  his  voice  laced  with  both  urgency  &  reassurance. losing no time, he  approached  her  slowly,  attempting  not  to  startle  her  dazzled  state  any  further. ❝  don’t  worry,  i’m  here  to  get  you  out. ❞

our  pilot  gently  took  her  hand  in  his,  the warmth  of  his  touch  contrasting  with  her  own.  with  a gentle  yet  firm  grip,  kaito  guided  her  to  her  feet,  offering  a  steadying  presence.

⸺ | 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 : HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS.

⸺ | @lured-into-wonderland | asked: ❝ ...where am i...?❞

#lured into wonderland #𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 // 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 ; 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 #𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝟎 // 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 #thank you for sending this in #you are free to continue if you'd like

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our pilot lays motionless on the sandy beach, his body battered & bruised, a testament to what fierce battle had been endured. blood trickled from various wounds, staining the pristine pearly sand beneath him. his body was adorned in a black & silver uniform of a pilot, a symbol of his allegiance to the jaeger program.

with great effort, he forced his eyes to open, squinting against a bright morning light. the whole world swam before him, his vision blurred, fragmented. our pilot's distant gaze fell upon his damaged robot, the mighty Mark X, its metal frame dented & torn from the relentless assault it had endured.

struggling to move, he managed to free himself from the cockpit of the robot, staggering out onto the beach. the young man collapsed onto the sand, his breath ragged & shallow. through the haze of pain & exhaustion, he strained to focus on the person calling out to him. her face etched with worry, her hair windswept as she knelt right beside him, her voice like a soothing balm amidst the chaos.

❝ can you hear me? ❞ she implored with a mix of relief and concern.

as the woman's voice continued to provide solace, the young man's eyes fluttered, his body succumbing to the overwhelming fatigue.

⸺ | 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 : HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS.

⸺ | @chronicparagon | asked: ❝ can you hear me? ❞

#chronicparagon #𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝟎 // 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 #𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 // 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 ; 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 #thank you for sending this in! #i had a ton of fun answering it #he does admit that sometimes? #it's a pain being a pilot lmao #a jaeger pilot at that

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HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS.

a selection of some of my favorite underrepresented lines and phrases for one of my favorite tropes! feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.    

TO THE THREAT.

“let them go.” / “let me go.”

“take me.” / “take me instead.”

“don’t hurt them.” / “i’ll do anything you say.”

“what do you want with me?”

“where are you taking them?”

“what did you do to them?”

“where is receiver?”

“give them back.”

“get away from them!”

“get off them!”

TO THE HURT.

“can you hear me?”

“wake up… please, wake up.”

“are you with me?”

“stay awake.” / “you have to stay awake.” / “please, stay awake… please…” / “promise me you’ll stay awake.” 

“don’t close your eyes.” / “open your eyes for me, name.”

“there you are.”

“just a little longer, okay?”

“i know it hurts, i’m sorry, it’ll be over soon.”

“shhh, it’s alright.”

“i need you.” / “i still need you.” / “i need you to be okay.”

“do you remember what happened?”

“name?! name! what happened?!”

“what did they do to you?” 

“if they lay a finger on him/her/them/you…” 

“if they touch a hair on his/her/their/your head…” 

“those bastards.” / “if i ever get my hands on them…” 

“i’m gonna get you out of here.”

“let’s get you out of here.” / “let’s get you out of this.” 

“we gotta get out of here.” / “it’s alright, name. we’re taking you home.”

“can you stand?” / “can you walk?” 

“i won’t let anything happen to you.”

“you’re safe.”

“it’s gonna be okay.” / “you’re gonna be okay, just hold on.” 

“you’re hurt.” / “did they hurt you?”

“i’ve got you.” 

“lean on me.”

“stay with me.”

“i can’t lose you.” / “i’m not losing you.”

“oh, name…” / “oh, kid…”

“receiver? receiver, it’s me. it’s sender.”

“i’m here.” / “i’m here. i promise.”

TO THE RESCUER.

"...where am i...?"

“what happened…?”

“i’m with you.”

“it hurts.” / “make it stop.”

“you came for me…” / “you came back…”

“you found me…”

“where were you…?”

“i’m sorry…”

“i was so scared.”

“i thought you’d never find me…”

“what are you doing here?”

“just go. you can still make it. don’t worry about me.”

#𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . // 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎

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Life Savers

for muses who do it for a living, just happen into doing it more often than they don't, or who just happened onto the opportunity to save a life that day.

dialogue!

"You saved my life."

"Oh my god. That was amazing."

"I could have drowned."

"I almost died."

"I brought... it's a thank-you card."

"Whoa. Did someone send you flowers?"

"How are you always in the right spot at the right time?"

"You came to save me."

"You could have died."

"I'm here! Hey, I'm in here!"

"Help! Please, I need help!"

"When I opened my eyes... you were there."

"Weren't you scared? The building was on fire."

"If you didn't know First Aid, I wouldn't be here."

"Can I hug you?"

"Hey.... Seriously. Thank you."

actions/situations!

[shock] -> for one muse to wrap the other up in a shock blanket [free] -> for one muse to give the other something 'on the house' as a thank-you [explain] -> having narrowly escaped death today, one muse has to explain to the other exactly why there are people actively trying to kill them [find] -> for one muse to find the other after they've been critically injured [water] -> for one muse to share their last supply of water with the other in a life-threatening situation [introduction] -> for our muses to have just survived a life-threatening event together -- and now that they've survived it they can actually learn each other's names [patching] -> for one muse to have just saved the other's life, and now on top of that they're sitting there patching up any injuries gained by either one of them, in the process [celebration] -> having narrowly escaped death today, our muses go out to celebrate [sex] -> having narrowly escaped death today, our muses stay in to celebrate

#𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . // 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎

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with a screech that pierced the air, an old metal jail door begrudgingly began to yield to the relentless force applied against it. rusted hinges groaned in protest, their shrieking echoed through the musty jail corridor. the door's surface, marred by years of neglect & the passage of time, revealed a patchwork of fading dust setting off into thin air; solid proof that what had been sealed inside had not seen daylight for a long time.

as the heavy iron door swung open with a resounding thud, two soldiers flooded into the cramped jail cell, their presence injected a surge of energy into stagnant air. their heavy footsteps, swift & purposeful, echoed through the dimly lit chamber, stirring what shadows clung to stained walls.

following closely behind was a veteran general who marched into the cell unafraid, his commandeering presence filled the space with an aura of authority. ❝ good, he's still breathing. pick him up. ❞ standing tall & sturdy, the lines etched upon his face spoke of a life spent within a myriad throes of battle. the soldiers wasted no time by approaching the prisoner cautiously, firearms primed, cold barrels silently pointing in case of any grief. they would attempt their best at picking him up, unless he had yet the strength to do so alone.

⸺ | 𝚌𝚘 - 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝 : @s-talking

#s talking #𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 // 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 ; 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 #envy thought he could die a quiet and peaceful death? #guess again #that term doesn't exist #the military has some grubby hands ready to yank him out

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There are things you can’t fight. You see a hurricane coming, you get out of the way. But when you’re in a Jaeger, you can finally fight the hurricane. You can win.

PACIFIC RIM 2013 | dir. Guillermo del Toro

#𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐇 . 𝐔 . 𝐍 . 𝐓 . 𝐄 . 𝐑 // 𝚓𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚡-𝟸

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𝐴𝐶𝑇𝑆  𝑂𝐹  𝐺𝑂𝐷

#𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐇 . 𝐔 . 𝐍 . 𝐓 . 𝐄 . 𝐑 // 𝚓𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚡-𝟸

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#𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐇 . 𝐔 . 𝐍 . 𝐓 . 𝐄 . 𝐑 // 𝚓𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚡-𝟸

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               𝐇 𝐔 𝐍 - 𝐓    ||   indie   &   highly selective  account  for   𝙅 𝘼 𝘾 𝙆 𝘼 𝙇,  an  original  character inspired by ' Pacific Rim '.   crossover,   au,  &   oc  friendly.   must  be  over  18+ to  interact.   please  read  the  guidelines  for  further  details.

                                                      𝐂 𝐀 𝐀 𝐑 𝐃

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