On one memorable Valentines day Ryan gives the whole crew hearts. Not chocolate hearts or candy hearts or even heart-shaped balloons, oh no. Fresh, hand-picked, unequivocally human hearts. More thoughtful than any store-bought gift if he does say so himself.
They’re carefully thought out, each presented differently; If Ryan’s going to do something then he’s going to do it right, wasn’t about to just throw slabs of bleeding meat down on the table and call it a day - he’s not an animal.
While it took the longest to obtain, Geoff’s is the most simple. Sitting in a basic cooler, nothing fancy, easy to identify and not meant to last. For Geoff the gift is not the organ itself but the inevitable demise of the man it came from, the involuntary donor who’s crew will no longer be trying to push their way into Los Santos.
For Jack there is a necklace, long and elegantly simple, the tapered rose-gold vial engraved with a small heart that makes her smile. Its unassuming, decorative and fashionable, perfectly belying the way the lid is sealed shut to preserve the ash within.
Ryan has never stuffed a heart with explosives before, hadn’t quite anticipated the difficulty of it, but his efforts are instantly rewarded by the involuntary way Michael snorts into laughter at the sight of the fuse snaking out of an artery. Its impossible not to join in when it goes off, humour infectious as Michael’s eyes light up, bellowing his amusement as gore rains down around them.
Ray receives what another might consider a serial killer’s love letter. A dismembered hand left in his favourite spot points him in the direction of a warehouse containing carefully arranged entrails which in turn lead to a breadcrumb trail of teeth. Thoroughly entertained Ray follows blood and gore all around the city before finding himself on the roof of an open-air parking garage, a giant blood red heart painted across the floor with the real deal placed carefully at its centre.
Gavin’s heart is in a ornamental jar, carefully preserved, bloodless and somewhat alien in appearance. It’s an almost shocking display of thoughtfulness, concession to the fact that Gavin, of all of them, would be the most disgusted, yet also somehow the one most likely to want to keep his gift. When he doesn’t have to smell it, feel the muscle gone cold in his hands, deal with the red stain of someone else’s life, Gavin is really quite delighted with the whole deal. Absolutely horrified, sure, but in that squirmy gleeful kind of way he gets, amused by his own revulsion, calling Ryan disturbing and lovely in the same breath.
Jeremy, who knows he definitely hasn’t been with them long enough to warrant a heart of his own (thank god?) watches it all play out with a bizarre mixture of amusement, horror and the tiniest pang of longing that comes along with feeling left out. At least until Ryan appears before him, as silent and terrifying as always, and thrusts a black plastic bag into his hands before ghosting away. The moment of shocked dread (whereupon Jeremy instantly realises that yeah nope warm-fuzzies of being included aside he did not need a human heart in his life actually thanks) is instantly washed away by helpless laughter when he opens the bag and catches sight of the anatomically-correct toy heart smiling cheerfully back at him.
anyway i don’t know what y’all’s motivations in voting in these things are but if it’s just your love for malec then i don’t really think that’s enough tbh so i propose what seems to me to be the best fuel and driving force and that’s anger. pls get angry that magnus being a bisexual asian man is a too unique and too important character to be overlooked like this (again), or get angry that poc in shadowhunters fandom have to watch malec, an interracial couple, losing to a white ship for the second year in a row, or be angry because ev//ak, as wonderful as they are, being a new white couple, never should have become so much more popular then the already well-known and interracial malec in such a short time, because none of this is a coincidence and it’s not fair and we shouldn’t just be satisfied with whatever ship wining just because they are both m/m and we still have hours before the poll closes and we can win this so pls
“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”
“I won’t mind, you got a cute butt.”
Rosinante shouldn’t have expected logic to deter Kitsune, he really shouldn’t have. He can still hope for the future, he muses wryly as he and Kitsune go around in circles.
It’s not dancing, not really. There’s no music and they are about as coordinated as retarded ducks, but Kitsune is laughing delightedly and he can’t quite fight the grin stealing across his face. This is fun, and he knows that, for all that ‘Sune is random and impossible to contain, she only does this sort of thing because she loves spending time with him.
Then his towel finally falls off and Kitsune is the one who’s grinning.
I’ll be honest, at first I thought we were the ones suppossed to make drabbles from those prompts. Then I saw you start answering them and realized it didn’t work quite like that, but I was already in love with this scene, so…
*Your loyal minion dumps Kitsinante fluff on you* “Para tú!”
Out of everyone in the shedherps, who is the worst person to give caffeine to?
“Nowi. Without a doubt, Nowi. Good visitor, I believe you may know what happens when you give a child even a smidgen of caffeine, correct? They become an unstoppable dynamo. A veritable bundle of jumping, screaming energy. Well, substitute the child with a tiny woman who can transform into a dragon at will. What you get if you’re smart is an earful of questions asked faster than you can process and several demands to play leapfrog. Of course, this implies that you confiscate her Dragonstone first. If you don’t, well…”
“Gaius made the mistake of making a bit too much espresso one morning, and left the pot out in the mess hall. When Nowi discovered it, she must have thought it to be tea or regular coffee as she promptly guzzled the whole thing down. What followed was a 6-hour rampage. Mountains were shook, much of a nearby forest was razed, Virion ended up at the bottom of a well, and the skies echoed with the most hysterical bout of giggles anyone has ever heard. And when the caffeine wore off? Well, Nowi fell asleep… mid-flight… I believe the term ‘crashing’ has never been so appropriate.”
“My point, good visitor, is that Nowi mustn’t ever be allowed to have more than a cup of tea’s worth of caffeine. The results are quite frankly more than any of us can handle…”
At the CatCo. holiday party, Cat pays the price for losing her annual bet with Lois (even having Supergirl in your pocket can’t solve everything) and Kara gets one hell of a show and has absolutely zero chill about it.