Covered in blood

[funandcutememes]

I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff...


1. Another day that ends in Y. When mass murder needs to happen you’re the weapon for the job. Employed? Owned by a secret organization? Untamed embodiment of extreme violence? Either way someone’s going to try to stop you eventually.

2. How did I get here? The last thing you remember everything was fine and hunky dory… Wait, is this b-blood?! Hopefully there's someone who can help you and not hurt you.

3. Justified. This is war and wars are won with weapons, not words! Cut through the masses knowing what you are doing is right. Does that mean the enemy of your enemy is a friend, or is everyone not part of the solution a problem?

4. Humor/Crack option. This really is your blood. Do you have intense nosebleeds every time someone even moderately attractive catches your eye? Are you Deadpool and constantly leaving heaps of blood everywhere? WHO IS GOING TO CLEAN THIS MESS UP?

5. Smut. Bloodplay, nuff said.

6. Gruesome to some, beautiful to you. Vampires, crazed artists, and evil scientists can eat their heart out. Or someone else’s…

7. Wilcard! Have something different in mind when you clicked? Go with it! Or re-roll/mix and match.

Comments

[licensetotrill]

Jaskier hopes she's still alive when Cooper finds her, but -- he's also certain there's no way Cooper will give up until he finds her one way or another. A living daughter. Remains. Proof of her existence. The dedication is admirable. He doesn't think any of his parents would give that much of a shit about him. Hell, he knows they don't.

"Don't be obtuse," he says, meeting Cooper's eyes with a scoff, letting out a sigh and cuddling in closer again. Jaskier adores the comfort of another body against his. "Shady Sands was big. Smaller ones, not on the map. We're social animals, we want to take care of one another. There's more. Some last. I hear about them."

[vocalistyodels]

If not for Janey and any hope, any little glimpse that she could be out there. Alive or... dead, he needs to know.

But Cooper fears he's running out of time. He has to take those fucking vials more often and sooner than later they're going to stop working. He'll be one more mindless feral put down like a sick dog.

Cooper rolls his eyes a little at Jaskier, looking away again, but he'll thread their fingers together with a tired sigh.

"Tell me then bout these places, birdie. Think I could use a bedtime story."

[licensetotrill]

While Jaskier gives a grumble at the eye rolling, he's hard pressed to turn down a chance to tell a story even under the worst of circumstances. So he lightly squeezes Cooper's hand with his own and begins his tale, putting together the pieces he remembers from whispers of those passing through.

"Supposed to be one up north, west foothills of the mountains along the west coast. A bunch of former farms tied together. Rain's been clean up there for a while and comes regular," Jaskier begins, voice a gentle murmur near Cooper's ear. He's a natural storyteller, taking the bits of information he's gotten and weaving them together to something that sounds beautiful and real. Of course, Jaskier is also bone tired from so little sleep, so... He ends up putting himself to sleep with it, eventually trailing off mid-sentence as his breathing goes deep and even, pressed up against Cooper's back.

[vocalistyodels]

As Jaskier talks he quietly listens, maybe humming a little here and there as if giving input. Soon enough though words trail off and Jaskier is out like a light. Just like he figured. Cooper chuckles tiredly, reaching over to turn the lantern off, engulfing them in complete darkness. Better to not waste that.

It won't take him long to join him, the crackle and thunder of the storm getting further and further away from them a weird sound to lull him into sleep.

And if at some point he shifts in his slumber to face Jaskier, no he doesn't. And if one of his arms ends up wrapped around him, no it didn't!