Bloody Stabbing Knife

knifemeistersid:

young-golden-eyed-doctor:

"So then you want me to leave you dead…?"

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"Because I can put you right back on that lab table!"

"…"

"That is what I thought. Now how about we just say I won and drop this silly argument.


young-golden-eyed-doctor asked: "Ѡ TEXT: Shit. Sorry Sid. Those were for Lord Death. =-_-[]"

knifemeistersid:

Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

[Text] I’m going to turn off my phone now 
[Text] Wait a second
[Text] Why the hell did Lord Death need…?
[Text] You know what, nevermind. I don’t want to know

TEXT: I said I was sorry. How about a deal? We forget this happened and I don’t tell the female staff your dick comes off sometimes?


Betray my character and break their heart!

the-write-ideas:

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Send in kinks you think my muse has.

nobodyofsparks:

They’ll have to verify, deny or accept them.


thehandsofthereaper asked: "A figure stood in the doorway, leaning against it with arms crossed over his chest (bandages still visible over his shoulder- wounds from the Nether, the realm of the Elder Gods, were always slow to heal). "... Franken?" He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "We need to talk.""

thehandsofthereaper:

young-golden-eyed-doctor:

young-golden-eyed-doctor:

"How are you feeling?" He looked over not pleased to see him out of bed. "I thought you were resting…"

"You have a fat ass and it is wonderful, lieben," he said with a grin, sliding up on the left side of the bed and putting an arm around Stein’s shoulders. That was better. His left side was the uninjured side and this meant more room for snuggling. (That the bed was on the small side helped with that as well.)

He kissed Stein again, properly- firm and wanting. “Very,” he said. “This is much better. Now we just need something decent on TV. I could call Spirit and see if they’re getting anything better at the hotel- he and Merlin were released this morning.”

"Screw them." Franken retorted a bit bitterly as he lay against his husband kissing his neck, closing his eyes. "My head hurts…." he snuggled softly into his arms. "Let’s just rest…."

Death repressed a sigh of aggravation. “There’s some acetaminophen over here if you want some.They gave it to me earlier but you know it doesn;t work on me, so….” His free hand rubbed gently at the back of Stein’s neck; he kissed the top of his head. “Rest, lieben. You’ve had a trying few days.”

"Forget the pills I’m still under sedation, I’ll just drift off…" his eyes fluttered closed and he curled up against his husband. Mind and soul strained, worn thin as he let his guard down for a moment allowing him to sleep.



thehandsofthereaper asked: "A figure stood in the doorway, leaning against it with arms crossed over his chest (bandages still visible over his shoulder- wounds from the Nether, the realm of the Elder Gods, were always slow to heal). "... Franken?" He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "We need to talk.""

young-golden-eyed-doctor:

"How are you feeling?" He looked over not pleased to see him out of bed. "I thought you were resting…"

"You have a fat ass and it is wonderful, lieben," he said with a grin, sliding up on the left side of the bed and putting an arm around Stein’s shoulders. That was better. His left side was the uninjured side and this meant more room for snuggling. (That the bed was on the small side helped with that as well.)

He kissed Stein again, properly- firm and wanting. “Very,” he said. “This is much better. Now we just need something decent on TV. I could call Spirit and see if they’re getting anything better at the hotel- he and Merlin were released this morning.”

"Screw them." Franken retorted a bit bitterly as he lay against his husband kissing his neck, closing his eyes. "My head hurts…." he snuggled softly into his arms. "Let’s just rest…."



thehandsofthereaper asked: "A figure stood in the doorway, leaning against it with arms crossed over his chest (bandages still visible over his shoulder- wounds from the Nether, the realm of the Elder Gods, were always slow to heal). "... Franken?" He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "We need to talk.""

thehandsofthereaper:

young-golden-eyed-doctor:

young-golden-eyed-doctor:

"How are you feeling?" He looked over not pleased to see him out of bed. "I thought you were resting…"

"Ja, lieben." He kissed the hands that cupped his face. "I love you too… please never doubt that." A slight laugh escaped him. Leaning forward, he peppered Stein’s face in light kisses, from forehead to cheeks to nose and finally lingering on his lips.

"So… since we couldn’t have angry sex after our last fight…." Death grinned. "Take a raincheck until I’m cleared for such activities by my doctor?"

"Rain check it is then…" another kiss, this one warm, gentle, and lingering on his lips "I’ll always be here… waiting…" he laid against him gently, waiting, waiting until he was told to move- it was hard being careful of the weight of the screw- but he tried.

"Ich liebe dich…."

It was comforting to feel that weight against him again. Difficult- he was still rather sore- but comforting. Calloused fingers ran through his hair,skirting around the screw. “Ich liebe dich, Franken. but… maybe this would work better if you rested on my other side? Scoot that fat butt over and let me up there.”

"I do not have a fat butt." Franken protested, moving as he was told to. He was fine to make the God more comfortable. He was after all the literal love of Franken’s life and he had nearly lost him just a day ago.

Stupid fucking useless wizard.

"Comfy now?"