YOU WANT, UH, A TISSUE? MAYBE SOME SOAP? NEW CLOTHES?

[dousing]

COVERED IN BLOOD MEME So you're a bit of a mess. Or you're stumbling upon a mess. What happened? There's blood everywhere, what the hell? Is it your blood, animal blood, the blood of someone you murdered? Hell, maybe you ran out of tampons. Anyway, no matter how it got there, you're (or someone you know is) covered in blood. Can it be explained away? If not, is someone going to prison? The hospital? Going to die of blood loss? Get in trouble for playing catch with the blood bags? Man, we don't know. The point is you have a mess to clean up. Or roll around in gleefully, you nasty fucks. • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. • Reply to other people's top levels! • While this meme is bound to have a lot of potentially triggering content, content warnings for anything ott or very extreme are probably a good idea! • Have fun!

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javik | mass effect

[morethanavoice]

agent carolina | red vs blue

[leaderboards]

ashlinn | nevernight

[vidaress]

[dickielovesyou]

"Nothing... Dickie's done nothing." Even though his gloved hands and most of his dress are covered in blood.

Kusakabe Hikaru | Doukyuusei

[zgok]

[screwedontight]

"That," he said, waving the gun about again like he was waggling a finger at Richard. "Is never going to happen. Ever." Because as far as Seth was concerned he was never going to become one of them, and he knows Richie knows it. Yet he couldn't help but fall for the needling, to respond to it because having the last word mattered, didn't it?

Though the comment about the blood, bristling at the glasses, it's all taking things out on the one person that would take it. Even if it ended up on the bad side of their moods.

"Oh?! Oh, so this is my fault now? I try and line us up a job and that's my fault?" He started to turn around and then turned back, slapping the gun down on the table with a metallic sharp sound. "Did you ever think that maybe one of your little friends sent him here to clear me out of the way?"

Okay so maybe that was paranoia, but the adrenaline was still pumping hard.

"Fine. Whatever. Doesn't matter who sent him. What matters is some asshole in Abilene needs to give me an explanation, and you owe me a new shirt."

jennifer check, jennifer's body.

[check]

Veronica Sawyer | Heathers the Musical

[heeyyyrrronicaa]

[she shouldn't surprised anymore, honestly]

[seeingthings]

"So you keep telling me. Over and over. I know."

By all means, Seth. Keep reminding him that he's immortal and you're not, that you'd rather die and leave him behind than become what he already is. He's got that loud and clear, thanks.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Seth, but a lot of them are not really my friends."

The words come out deadpan and unhappy. Next he'll start spitting out some 'you people's' and 'things' and it'll really turn into a party.

"Fine. How about in the meantime we go get that explanation instead of worrying about your stupid ass, piece-of-shit button-down. You're acting like you've never seen blood before or something."

elena gilbert . tvd. m/f

[hercompassion]

Castiel | Supernatural | ota

[to_rebel]

Kai Miyagusuku | Blood+

[expunk]

[ More likely to be the one NOT covered in blood. ]

Bucky Barnes | MCU

[fridging]

Nothing, you saw nothing

[screwedontight]

"Yeah, that wouldn't be believable to a three year old, and who the hell is Dickie?"

Because seriously, he's expecting some other guy to show up now.

Cassidy | Preacher (TV)

[bloodandwhiskey]

[Vampire. Absolutely covered in blood. Some of it is probably his. A lot of it is probably his. ]

IDEK, man. IDEK.

[specification]

"What I had to. You should really see the other guy," Arthur said, not taking the moment stop and talk to him and instead focusing on clearing out the space. It would not due to have anything traced back to him or the team.

And besides, not all of his was his own blood. In fact, most of it was another's.

[screwedontight]

Someone had to remain the voice of the non-healable and vaguely humane, thank you very little. Also, while eternity with his brother might not be so horrible... most days... it came with a lot of baggage that would mean no peace. Ever.

"Hard to notice when there's snake making out sessions and all." Because of course that was what he had to focus on in that moment. "I mean, when you've seen your brother doing that Aliens thing, it's hard to remember who his friends are but fine. They're not your friends, and I'm sure as fuck not calling them your family."

Which was reserved for him, no matter how big of a dick he was being.

"I'll have you know this is linen, and if I'm not getting paid, it's hard to buy more," he said, even as he picked up his gun, shoving it back into the holster. "Come on. Let's go."

Because he totally doesn't have to be in charge or anything.

I got it :D

[screwedontight]

"The other guy," he repeated, almost like a question. "Let me guess, about five nine, dark curly hair, wearing silver tipped cowboy boots and probably, maybe, tried to muscle in on you?"

Okay so it was likely more like tried to eat him, but Seth wasn't saying that out loud. He wasn't sure what this guy in a sharper suit than his own had actually seen.

"Something like that?"

[dickielovesyou]

"I'm Dickie..." He's very soft-spoken right now, usually he'd start cussing but right now he's just... a little overwhelmed by the blood.

"It's not Dickie's fault there's blood everywhere. Someone else did it. And Dickie had to clean up. All nice and clean." That's actually true! Doesn't seem to be though.

[onthebus]

His brain wasn't quite working right. Or maybe it was, and he just wasn't...he gagged on a mouthful of blood, pushing himself to his hands and knees.

There was blood everywhere, blood on his face, blood on his hands, blood sluicing between his hair.

He tried to spit it out, but there was too much of it.

[watching_over_you]

*(I love that idea! I'm down for it if you are. I'm a sucker for Mercy babying D.Va)

[seeingthings]

They had enough crap to worry about in the immediate future without dwelling on that, anyway. One thing at a time.

"Of course, not. Who needs more family when I've got you, right?"

As condescending as it comes out, it's also the truth, and it says as much in his posture and expression. They don't have much, but they have each other, and bickering or no, that wasn't gonna change. Not again, no matter how pissed off they got.

"We'll find a way to get paid, brother. We always do."

The 'when you don't go off and try to do it yourself' remains unspoken, lucky for everyone involved. He's even silent as his lips purse and he unhappily follows after his brother, a hand reaching for the grip of his gun in case any more jackoffs think they're gonna get lucky today.

[to_rebel]

Castiel was not expecting to round a corner and find a vaguely human-shaped sack of blood on the floor. He'd been expecting, perhaps, Sam or Dean, given that he'd agreed to meet them here, to follow up on... something. He honestly wasn't sure yet; Dean hadn't been exactly forthcoming on the phone.

This might have something to do with it all.

His blade slid into his hand. "Identify yourself."

[onthebus]

He tried to blink the blood out of his eyes, squinting through the tacky fluid to try to get a look at whoever was speaking. This had a feeling of familiarity, something about it.

He closed his eyes again and uttered a pitiful groan in response.

Margo Hanson | The Magicians

[ibiza]