#;; verse: end of an era

[oblitusglacies]

He's gone back to the cabin he raised with the family he no longer has—the second he's lost.

He always knew Wilbur was fleeting, and his friend as well, but Techno—he never thought he'd outlive his closest friend.

But he had. He'd spilled his only son's blood, burned down the city he founded, broke the tormentor of his son's only friend out of prison, and then lost Techno anyway.

This house was haunted by ghosts who hadn't even died there.

The fire crackled and popped as Phil watched it burn.

Maybe it was finally time to move on.

He'd lost two families under his family name and gained nothing but pain for it. Maybe it was finally time to change it.

Philza Meusartis. He'd miss it.

Philan Viator.

He'd have to think on it, but it rang about right. Either way, he'd better drop the occupational name and take out his architect braid—he wouldn't be going back to that.

[crystal-verse]

god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?

he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.

[tommytomatoe]

it’s literally my fav redacted couple | geordi & cutie

[panstovoid]

I find it amazing how in into the spiderverse peter b literally became a parent to some teens and was a little bit salty about it but then in across the spiderverse he literally had a child because he missed his spider kids and their chaos.

[captainseamech]

//THIS HAS BEEN AWAITING TO BE POSTED BUT HERE IT IS!! NEW VERSES TAG DROP!

This is how I end; Paying for My Sins / Hellaverse

Detecting Lifeforms Underwater / Subnautica verse

Fighting for a Greater Cause / OverWatch verse

A Self-fufilling Prophecy / Unicron's Heir AU

Way Back Home / Cybertron verse

The End of an Era / Post-war verse

When Water Turns Red / Crimson verse

[downs1de]

@qapsiel liked for a starter from Rob

"You're not going to stop asking until I answer, are you?"

It's a rhetorical question, of course. Castiel's unrelenting curiosity about Rob's work—and, more specifically, the people he's crossed paths with—had been a running theme since the topic first came up.

Beyoncé, naturally, was at the top of his list.

"Fine. I met her once. End-of-year party at Columbia. We said a quick hello, exchanged pleasantries, and then she went off to do whatever it is legends like her do at parties. Seemed nice enough."

He leans back, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"Happy now?"

[mastcrmarksman]

secret starter call - @ladyohdeath

❝ ... Look, Lady... You scare me a lot, but I kind of on a whole mission here, so you wanna go bug someone else? ❞ He says, with a hiss, as if he hadn't already gotten himself damned to much worse. Hellstorm's certain that Bobbi's soul was down here and he had to get her out of Hell, at least. Hopefully, the both of them alive, and whatever this woman was... he knows she's Death, but he can't back down. Already planned to tell the Devil to go fuck himself. ❝ There's gotta be like a million others. ❞

[till-the-stars-burn]

"Tilly, look!" Era says, holding up a piece of paper for their older brother to see. "I've been practicing for a bit, and I think I've finally written your name perfectly!" They beam at him, the rectangular strip of paper being held by its corners.

His name has been written in a delicate cursive befitting of their hobby in calligraphy, clearly created with care and effort.

- @eras-bygone

*Till sits under a tree in Anakt Garden, humming a soft rhythm absentmindedly as he scratches away at his sketchbook.*

*The page is filled with Mizi’s likeness— the perfect muse to fuel his artistic endeavours. The subtle curl of her pink locks was a detail that pleased him very much to draw, making large swoops along the paper.*

*The silver-haired boy looks up immediately when he sees Era approach, snapping his sketchbook shut and giving them a smile.*

”Wow. Era, it’s so pretty…”

*Till takes the slip of paper into his hands, balancing it on his palms and tracing the tips of his fingers across the swirling ink. His touch is careful, hesitant— if the ink was still fresh enough, he would never want to smudge it.*

*The work his sibling has done is truly stunning, the swoops and curls in ink rivalling the ripples in the water Till would sometimes watch when he stood by the fountain.*

“How long did this take?” *He looks up at them, pure awe shining in his eyes.* “You’re incredible, really. Thank you!”

*Till slowly slides the slip between two pages of his sketchbook, making sure that the paper would not bend. He wants to keep this memento forever— that is, unless he ends up losing it. But he’ll try his best not to, he promises.*

*He sets the book down gently beside him, spreading his arms wide in invitation.*

“Sit down with me? I’ll braid your hair for you, if you’d like.”

[pika-bitch-iii]

Come one come all to the second to last, technical final chapter of Snowfall! All that’s left now is the epilogue, and our Shinsou’s story will have ended.

Ty to everyone who’s read, enjoyed, liked and commented so far! Hopefully you got what you wanted from the canon ending of BNHA.

Chapter 32: Growing Pains

Post-War, Izuku and Hitoshi finally get to go on that hike.

[masteredinstinct]

74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . / lestat

consciousness was a tide licking at the shores of louis' mind . the back of his head feels moist against the pillow as there is a large stain of sweat peeking out from behind him like a feverish halo . three days and three nights he has spent stuck to his bed , riding the waves of a nasty cold , not uncommon during that time of year but , nonetheless , unexpected . as much as he tried to find a comfortable position to rest in , louis was riddled with aches all through his body . and , despite feeling as if he were laying above a lively fire , he could not untangle himself from his bedsheets . all he could do was lay there , exhausted , praying to god that he'd let this illness part from him quickly . and , in his delirium , louis thought he saw the window of his chambers open by its own free will .

through it came an angel , with his feet light against the floorboards , letting in the evening breeze which granted louis with momentary relief from whatever layer of hell his body had become trapped in . brown eyes struggled to open , so that he could offer his visitor his golden cross --- but louis was not met with wings or a never ending light . instead , he found a familiar face . " lestat ? " louis rasped , struggling to sit up straight against the tower of pillows behind him , suddenly self-conscious of his surely pitiful appearance . " momma let you in ? " she must have . his room was on the second floor of his family's home . lestat couldn't have climbed in through the window all by himself . not unless he had a hidden set of wings of his own . perhaps this too was a hallucination , weaved by unspoken desires and a sudden loss of contact . surely it was .

" don't get too close . doctor says i'm contagious --- and there ain't enough chicken soup in this town for the both of us . " a lazy smile touches his lips . hopefully making jokes would help stir lestat away from any worrying thoughts that might be swimming across his head . louis would be fine . he had to : lestat had bought opera tickets for ... tomorrow ? was it yesterday ? had louis missed the show ? HAD LESTAT ? he sighed as he allowed his head to tilt back against the soaked pillow , too tired to entertain his own imagination . in his current state louis could not even marvel at the thought of having lestat de lioncourt there , in his room , by his bedside , just like he had pictured so many times before . this was a dream . it had to be .

when he does manage to force his eyes back open , lestat is still there , handsome features framed by golden locks and a hauntingly pale gaze that always seemed to pierce through louis' thoughts with frightening ease . " god , you're pretty . " he doesn't speak so much as he sighs that rogue thought out into existence . ramblings of a bedridden fool , nothing more . had lestat really been there with him and louis wouldn't have dared confessing to such things . but he wasn't .

[fideidefenswhore]

Did Henry VIII forbid Princess Mary from any correspondence after she was bastardized by statute? Different biographies claim different things, was hoping for some clarity and insight.

If he did, he did a fairly poor job of enforcing the rule:

1172. Anne Shelton to Henry VIII. I have spoken with my lady Mary, as you desired, and asked her by whom she sent the letter to master Carowe. She said she sent it by her servant Randal Dod, and that lady Bryan delivered her lady Carowe's letter open, the effect of which was to desire her for the Passion of Christ in all things to follow the King's pleasure, otherwise she was utterly undone. After I had spoken with my lady Mary I went to my lady Bryan, and she affirmed what was said to be true. Hunsdon. this Sunday, at 8 o'clock in the evening. Signed. 'Henry VIII: September 1534, 16-20', in Letters and Papers, Foreign and Domestic, Henry VIII, Volume 7, 1534, ed. James Gairdner (London, 1883), pp. 453-457. British History Online.

This contradicts the below:

968. Princess Mary to [Cromwell]. Apologises for her [poor] writing; "for I have not done so much this two year and more, nor could not have found the means to do it [...] but by my lady Kingston's being here."  'Henry VIII: May 1536, 26-31', in Letters and Papers, Foreign and Domestic, Henry VIII, Volume 10, January-June 1536, ed. James Gairdner (London, 1887), pp. 402-420.

Which contradicts...

1253. Marillac to Francis I. Saw letters of hers in French, written to the Emperor's ambassador in the time of her “ennuy.” [...] [Her] chamber woman says that when her mother was first repudiated [1531 or 1533] she was sick with “ennuy,” but, on being visited and comforted by the King [1536], soon recovered and has had no such illness since. 'Henry VIII: October 1541, 11-20', in Letters and Papers, Foreign and Domestic, Henry VIII, Volume 16, 1540-1541, ed. James Gairdner and R H Brodie (London, 1898), pp. 585-592.

And, it even contradicts Chapuys, who mentions her correspondence during this time, as well. There are times he's unable to receive any messages, but Mary was writing him frequently at some times, intermittently at others. Like, during 1534, Chapys falls for some false flags (such as, crowing about how Mary managed to secure the best place on the barge setting out for Elizabeth's new household, sent word to him where the barge would be sent so that he knew which place to wait for her appearance on the shore... shortly followed by him whining about how this showcase of defiance seems to have intensified her mistreatment, and caused the arrest of "a young lady who did her the most service", including interrogation by the Duke of Norfolk as to how, exactly, Chapuys learned which place at which riverside he needed to wait to watch her pass...), but from 1535 onwards, she even manages to send her own letter to the literal Emperor, and she claims it will be very easy to slip out of her sister's household, that all she has to do is drug Anne Shelton and shimmy out a window to accomplish this, all the way to 1536, where she manages to copy a letter her stepmother has written to Anne Shelton and send it to Chapuys, and sends him word that she approves of the plot to oust her stepmother from the throne ("On 2 May 1536, he wrote that Mary had encouraged him to get rid of Anne and, on her advice, he employed various means to do so [...]", Inside the Tudor Court, Lauren Mackay).

There is of course, the possibility that it was 'forbidden' to Mary officially, but that the unofficial policy was to turn a blind eye/allow it so that her correspondence could be monitored. Warnicke espoused this theory, I'm not terribly convinced, however, because while Chapuys does mention Mary's letters, he also, in the thick of the Exeter Conspiracy arrests, claims he's not too terribly worried for Mary's well-being because he's long told her to burn correspondence from him, and he himself has already burned her most controversial correspondence, kept the red herrings he dictated and sent her some for good measure, should her household be searched (since a complete absence of correspondence from Chapuys would be suspect). Although, the possibility that Henry knew his eldest daughter had solicited foreign invasion would perhaps put the pressurizing of his council for her arrest six months afterwards, into an...interesting, context? (Was he planning to hold onto this information/evidence just in case he ever needed to use it? Had he not acted upon it until that point because he wanted to leave the option of an Imperial alliance open? Had he not told his council, but was he planning to if she refused the oaths yet again, mid-1536? Et al)

Tl; dr again, if that was his forbiddance, it seems it was either rather toothless (it would be instructive to read the letter Shelton was responding to here, wouldn't it) and/or inconsistent. There seem to have been periods within this timeframe where this 'rule' was more strictly enforced than others.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

do you see my thasmin vision

[cowardly-bread-reactor]

father I hate that I don't know

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[glitterhoof]

mini glitterhoof redesign - or as i like 2 call it, the el wiwi era . she gawt the scar when dan katsup blasted her in amity park ( b4 they became partners in evil crime of course >:3c )

[captainseamech]

Closed starter for @saviorclaimed

             Despite the war finally coming to an end and the beginning of Cybertron’s restoration, High Tide stayed on Earth most of the time to help the team and assist any other Cybertronian found around by relocating them safely to Ratchet. Even though he loved to help the best he could, there was a bitter taste in his mouth since he heard about what happened to Optimus.

             He wasn’t there. He wasn’t there to help in any possible way. He wasn’t there to stop that act of self-sacrifice from happening and he dreaded it every single time, even when he went to recharge and always woke up after the same horrible dream of his. He’s grown tired after that. Tired and with an aching spark.

             One day, however, he got a ping on his datapad, asking for permission to board on his ship. That was odd, there was no identification with the message and the sender didn’t tell anything else. Maybe it was someone who needed help, the captain concluded as he granted permission to come aboard and, not so long after, his radars caught a signal flying towards his ship.

             That’s even more strange. But according to the signature reading, although not identifying once again who that was, it was 100% an Autobot signal. Huh, he didn’t recall the last time they had a seeker on the team, so maybe they’re coming over to get proper advice from the captain, who knows.

             High Tide decided it would be best if he met whoever that was upfront, stepping out of his cabin and now standing by the deck in the open, squinting at the sky as he witnessed a dot flying closer to his ship. He just hoped it wasn’t a trap.

[fingertipsmp3]

I swear to god, if Taylor Swift ends up being the reason I take up running and stick to it, it’s going to be the most embarrassing but also on-brand thing that’s ever happened to me