OPEN SEASON.

[crawly]

1. pick a character.

☛ optional.
☛ character list here.
☛ full list.
☛ specify in the subject line if you want one character in particular.

2. provide a prompt.

☛ image, words, music, whatever you want.
☛ i like to think at least one of my three tumblrs has something interesting. (be warned that all three blogs contain nsfw material, including porn.)

3. gotta go fast.

☛ not actually. this is a permanently open post! tag at your own speed.

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(shhh i barely do, either)

[sharkboy]

[ he had woken up shortly after his opponent had left him in behind in the alleyway — possibly to decompose, possibly to reap what he'd sowed — clutching his abdomen tightly to ward off a severe ache. the moment his fist curls, he's able to see his tattoos on his hands move too, visible like veins on the palest skin.

but his head wasn't in it, he supposes. not from the start. he had brought the fight onto himself, and it was only practical he'd get hurt. at the very least, he now realizes that it's impossible for himself to harm humans — not that he'd ever want to, anyway. he wouldn't try again.

he forces his body to get up from his spot on the ground, and he stumbles out from the alleyway. he's not certain, but he's got the faintest hope that he'll be able to find heine again if he tried. don't start things you can't finish, he thinks to himself. don't break things you can't mend. ]

[shooteverything]

[ he sniffs, rubbing a finger under his nose to stem the leaking blood. it'll stop soon, he assumes, and anyway, he didn't like this shirt very much.

distracted by his injuries, and unhurried by habit, heine walks slowly. he's not hard to catch up to.

at the side of a particularly unsavory looking building, he stops to run his fingers down either side of his nose. well, at least it's not broken. ]