@fjaorhamr inquired : sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone. (wesker, time to bring this dynamic to life hehe)
inbox prompt : blood related prompts.
prompt status : accepting !
𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 was hardly something ada would consider a desired experience , her own personal preference to be alone on jobs was one that'd been forged over years of dealing with the ineptness of others . however , even knowing that the man which she was currently assigned to the job at hand alongside was competent did little to easy the lingering irritation that thrummed just belong the surface of her skin . though that was no real mystery as to why that was , it was wesker she was assigned to work with after all .
the enigmatic man was notorious , both in their own organization and outside of it , his often abrasive personality something she was exceedingly familiar with . he was seemingly a constant in her life , she found herself unable to truly be able to shake him off even when her assignment had nothing to do with him . it was rare that jobs needed them both involved personally , though the amount of trouble they'd ran into so far had made her a little grateful she wasn't completely alone .
still , that didn't halt him from being a constant source of vexation ⎯ especially now as the blood of the poor soul that'd been their target stained the floors .
❛ tasteful as always , wesker . ❜ it's a small gesture but ada takes a graceful step from the growing stain flowing from the man on the floor , partially to avoid tracking any blood when they left the area but also to spare herself of having to scrub dried blood off of the rather expensive heels later on . her pointed gaze that'd been trained on wesker sliding towards the exit before returning back to him with an unimpressed raise of her brow .
❛ if you're done now , i think it's time we take our leave before someone notices his absence . ❜ a head nod towards the crumpled body on the floor the mercenary gave a small roll of her eyes .
❛ do try to avoid tracking blood with you , would hate your tactful takedown to be found before we're clear of this place . ❜
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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
" that's a lot of blood. "
" it isn't mine. "
" what did you do ? "
[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "
" come on. have a taste. "
" holy shit, are you okay ? "
" it looks worse than it feels. "
" you should see the other guy. "
" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "
" lean on me. "
" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "
" . . . gross. "
[ standing over a body ] " oops. "
" is that a fucking body ? "
" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "
" what the hell happened ? "
" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "
" at least it wasn't me this time. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "
" i'm not scared of you. "
" you don't scare me. "
" shut up and let me help you. "
" i got your shirt all bloody. "
" let's get you cleaned up. "
" that looks like it hurts. "
" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "
" we are so fucked. "
" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "
" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "
" the fucker deserved it. "
" red looks good on you. "
" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "
" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "
" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "
" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "
" this isn't what it looks like. "
" it was an accident. "
" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "
" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "
" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "
" you're bleeding. "
" what the fuck happened to you ? "
" you're getting blood on the carpet. "
" sit down before you fall down. "
" that looks like a you problem. "
𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet
sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver
receiver finds sender covered in blood
sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding
sender helps receiver clean up after a kill
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb
sender licks receiver's blood off a knife
sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb
sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver
receiver finds sender stood over a body
sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood
sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean
sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood
sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed
sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)
receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze
sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone
sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand
sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face
sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them
sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver
sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall
sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled
receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off
sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver
sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse
sender takes an injury meant for receiver
sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood
sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone
sender punches receiver in the mouth
receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust
sender helps receiver bury a body
sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3
sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3
sender leans on receiver for support
sender kills someone to protect receiver
receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it
sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver
receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself
sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip
sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning
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@hishonor inquired : ❝ I don’t want to be in a battle… but waiting on the edge of one I can’t escape is even worse. ❞
inbox prompt : random but heavy dialogue prompts.
prompt status : accepting !
𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎 that ada finds her interacting with members of the soldier class soldier , even scarcer was her interactions with the first class rank . most thought her to be an illusive member of the turks devision , and it was easier for them to think that rather than to know the truth , so keeping her distance was apart of the charade . still , there was some familiarity between her and angeal , having met around the shinra building on occasion .
ada knew he an honorable man , often known for his strong connection to his honor . she also knew he was a bit foolish to want to hold onto his honor while he worked for the company he did ― though perhaps it was because she was only sent to do shinra's dirty work and nothing else that she thought of it that way .
❛ take it from me soldier , there is always a way to escape , ❜ she hums quietly , looking over at angeal briefly before her gaze moves back out to the view of the city below . running was her speciality , however , she of all people knew the consequence of what running meant . ❛ you just have to make peace with both what it'll take to do it and what will happen once you're out . ❜
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@buriedabove inquired : [ breakfast ] to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed
inbox prompt : valentine's day memes.
prompt status : no longer accepting !
𝙄𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙍𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝘿𝘼 𝙎𝙇𝙀𝙋𝙏 for more than a few hours at a time , let alone at all some some nights but she suspects that the job that'd taken her weeks to finish was the cause of her exhaustion prone state that she wasn't able to shake off ― even upon waking she feels as though she'd barely even rested . the rays of sunlight slowly peeking their way into the room is what she notices first , taking note that she'd managed to sleep until morning , another strange happening to ponder on . the emptiness in the spot next to her is what manages to peak her interest the most out of any of the other rarities of the morning , a hand to the area where leon had been when she'd made her way in the night before lacking any significant warmth letting her know he'd been out of bed for longer .
finally mustering the energy to fully sit up in the bed , ada glances around with quiet yawn , attempting to see if she can spot any sign of the other . it wasn't unusual that one of them would have to leave suddenly , such was the nature of their lives and jobs , but generally it was a habit to let the other know whether verbally or in written form . not spotting any physical signs of the other after a brief lookover of the room she reaches for her phone , scrolling through various messages , most of which were related to both the job she’d finished the night before and one she’d already been assigned to take on in the coming weeks .
so engulfed in the details of the upcoming job’s details she nearly misses leon’s form entering the room again , though when she does take note of his presence she’s immediately drawn to the tray in his hands . his ability to cook was no secret to her , between the two of them on a night where they didn’t get takeout was often saved by his ability to exist within a kitchen without burning it down ― especially compared to her .
❛ what’s this ? ❜ she hums , though one final glance at her phone before it goes forgotten again on the nightstand to her left lets her know the occasion . valentine’s day , a holiday she often forgot about and seldom celebrated unless it was needed in a job , had just happened to fall on this day . with the job she’d just been on running far past it’s original end date ada had forgotten to skirt around the date as she normally did . it was no reflection on leon that she often wanted to avoid the day and whatever it entailed , it was more so a reflection at her own inexperience with the day’s expectations as a whole when she wasn’t trying to fake her way through it .
❛ i do expect you’ll be sharing this with me , after all , i can’t let the chef go hungry can i ? ❜ speaking up again as he sets the tray of food in front of her she motions to the spot on the other side of the tray for him to sit .
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𝙐𝙉𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙊𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙉𝙏 one thing , and it was nothing positive or to look forward to most of the time . no one was supposed to know where she was holed up at , not even people she may consider friends . the bounty on her head had been one thing but ada had not come out of her last encounter with those who now sought her out unscathed and the healing process was already proving to be nothing short of her own personal hell .
the knock had woken her from the restless fog one could barely call sleep and she almost wondered if she’d imagined it when another did not follow . however , thought that whoever it was could've just been just a civilian looking for another unit or tenant within the building who'd moved on upon realizing their mistake was quickly shoved out of her mind entirely when she heard the small tinkering of the lock . despite the way her body ached and fought against her quick movements she still managed with little noise to get off the sofa , not wanting to alert the intruder to her presence behind the door . finding a strategically hidden blade was not difficult , most of ada’s safehouses were stocked with them in just about any place that she could manage .
the altercation itself happens in a flash , cold steel being brought to the neck of the intruder , though there is no follow through when the mercenary realizes just who it was breaking into her place .
❛ miriam ? ❜ part of her is wondering if in her foggy state of mind she’s imagining the other woman , though her voice is enough to have ada lower her blade to her side with a tired sigh .
❛ that’s funny coming from the one who just broke into my place . you’re lucky i don’t know where my gun is right now , this would've ended up far worse . ❜ limping her way back into her kitchen , the blade is dropped haphazardly onto the counter , being put back into its hiding spot would be something for her to handle later on when she didn’t feel as if she was death’s door . it’s a slow , treacherous walk back to the sofa she’d been resting on before the other had broken in , but she makes it , finding respite in no longer standing .
❛ i assume there is a reason you risked your life tracking me down and breaking in here . ❜ she hums , a brow raising as she tiredly glanced over to the other , motioning for her to shut the door that’d been left open .
@sp1ed for ada wong
prompted: warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.
𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 &&. 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿, but with no information left of the spy's whereabouts, there was little that could be done to avoid going the extra mile and finding the woman on her own.
traveling unarmed doesn't suit schrödinger, but it is also wiser not to carry a gun whilst on the lookout for a wanted criminal with bounty issued over their head — looking the least suspicious works in the younger's favor, thus there's barely anything she's taken other than the bare necessities. [ . . . ]
learning the art of lockpicking wasn't on this year's bingo card, but with the help of a youtube video and some analytical skills, the quiet click works like magical open sesame much to miriam's satisfaction. the feeling, however, is quickly replaced once her careful steps lead her inside; adrenaline rush and conditional responses taking its place — sharp steel pressing against her neck, steel tip pressing against the other's stomach. if not for the familiar smell &&. touch, this meeting would've ended way differently.
❝ fucking hell, ada, ❞ the younger hisses, not yet withdrawing her blade. ❝ do not scare me like that, huh? ❞
perhaps breaking in wasn't the smartest idea, but very on brand when it comes to wolf pup. besides, the spy in red didn't open when she knocked on her door, so what else were she to do? wait? as if.
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