#;;Verse { V4 }

[skycapt4in]

@manaborn / 051.   within a magical forest where the trees glow softly .

The Feywoods were a wonderful and beautiful place to view and experience if you were brave and cunning enough to outplay the tricky little magical creatures that lived within, or understood how to tell the difference between plants that had no interest in eating you and the ones that did.. Then there was just the wildlife to deal with after that, and those were just as difficult to figure out if they were friend or foe.

Noah had enough knowledge of certain places in here to survive, he'd been brought here a handful of times as a boy and had been fascinated by the bright colours and strange creatures and spent most of his free time reading about the woods, learning what he could to aid him in his own adventures within. The Princess had discovered this little pass time of his and, in hindsight, had challenged him to prove he retained any such knowledge as a way to get him to take her there to satiate her own curiosities of the mystical place.

She'd played him like a fiddle, and he wasn't entirely upset by that and more impressed.. She truly fit right in with him and his peoples.

He notes how careful she is with examining the dimly glowing and colourful flowers on the edge of their makeshift camp even though he's already told her that the flowers in question are safe to touch; that would earn her points with the curious eyes of the tricky creatures no doubt watching them. He's felt their eyes on them for a while, hasn't called attention to it because the last thing he wants is a battle of wits with a creature much more well versed in the topic than he could hope to be; instead he just continues working on lighting the fire, blue eyes flitting over to her occasionally to watch with some amusement as she takes in her surroundings.

Once the fire is lit, he finally speaks up. “ Is it as wonderful as you thought it'd be? ” He can't help but ask despite how obvious she had been in her wonder. “ This is usually as far in as I like going, but there's a lagoon not too far from here that's very enchanting--, and equally as dangerous, we can go over there once we're settled here if you promise not to wander too far from me. ” He won't insult her by stating for the millionth time how dangerous is it to wander off alone in here, she's smart enough to understand that, but like him, impulses can be a little too overpowering. “ But the water is warm and glows purple at night.. while it's safe to dip your toes in, I'd save going for a swim until daylight hours. ”

[septembersung]

Today we are contemplating: Hebrews 12

[mcltiples]

{ OOC } I'm giving my Rick and Morty muses HH / HB verses, they'll vary wildly depending on the muse, I suggest you read the verses about on their bios, which can be found on my google doc !! i'll let you know when they've been updated ---

with that being said. tag dump.

[darkhearthorns]

Prince Maverick, what do you see in the Lady Vampire? What does your council think of you keeping her within the castle?

-"matters not what they think, I do as I wish."

A sly smile curled around his reptilian features, "I see a beautiful woman whom I cannot live without. And she has chosen to remain with me, so you can imagine how lucky I feel. I must honor her each chance I get, give her the blood she so craves so she does not change her mind."

@merchantofwhispers

[decoysouled]

unprompted asks // always accepting. anonymous // Arakan, what were your thoughts when your mother died? Where were you, how did you feel? What was your grieving process like? (dsc. modern)

THE DAY THEIR MOTHER HAD DIED, it was as if the sun had gone out — Makoto, to Arakan, had always been so full of life & even though her care had never been extended to her children, it was hard to see her as anything other than bright & alive & loved by those around her. Even they had cared deeply for her, despite how little of their childhood she had been around for, & that enough had left them with a deep agony in their chest.

( their brother had always been more of a parent than her. )

The day their mother had died, it was like closing a book for the last time; one that they would never read the ending to. It was like watching the pages fall into puddles, slowly becoming unreadable, the ink blurring alongside their tears — it was that day which set in motion their current life, one of isolation & the desperate need to convince themself that they do not need people in their life. That they do not need to be cared for & wanted & loved.

( no matter how they craved those things, they were never Arakan's to start with. )

The day their mother had died, it was like being set adrift on a raft in the seas, forced to weather the most violent of storms alone. By the time they had realised just how much they were drowning in their grief, in things they could never have, desires that would never come true, Arakan was already alone — Ren no longer spoke to them, albeit they did not reach out either, & Kaminari had left them behind & gotten into trouble & they hated it, how long it took them to realise that no one could be trusted to stay.

( it was funny, really, how of a family of four, three people had left. Kaminari, their mother, their father... had all abandoned them & they did not know why. did not understand the reasons. only that they were alone & alone they would stay. )

The day their brother had left, it was like waking up from a long dream, one they had not been aware they were trapped within. It was a slow awakening, the type that left one with exhaustion set deep within their bones & a sadness aching within their heart & everything had been hit with hurt all at once. A wall they could not climb over, a pain they could drown in. It had been the deepest grief they had ever felt, the realisation that no one wished to stay.

Even this tied back to the day their mother died, like some cosmic joke. Like some cruel trick.

❝I wished I had known her better.❞ Arakan speaks, voice quiet, in lieu of voicing any of their previous thoughts — there was no need, in the end, to speak of the ways their heart had been shattered like a glass dropped on hardwood floors. There was no need, in the end, to allow themself the vulnerability to answer such a question when there was no true care given. It is simply another struggle, another thing to think about that they wish they didn't have to.

Simply another pouring of salt in old wounds that had never quite healed right.

❝I let myself drift away from the world for a long time, but I don't remember much of it. I went through the motions, I lived my life on autopilot until the day Kaminari decided to leave, too.❞ As if they had never mattered at all. As if they had never been loved at all. As if they had never been wanted at all. They had never held him at fault for that, neither his reaction to the death of their mother nor the way he had abandoned Arakan in his own grief.

They had been used to it by then.

❝When I found out, my only thought was... I wondered whether she had loved us, when she died. Whether she had thought about me or Kaminari in her last moments, or if we never mattered to her at all.❞ It had been a selfish set of thoughts, one they had never dared to verbalise. ❝Mostly... I wish people would let me leave her in the past. I've done my mourning & I'm tired of it.❞

They wish everyone would let her memory rest, if only so Arakan could finally begin to let go & forget about everything she had ever done. It wouldn't happen, not with the way that funeral director acted or the way Kaminari asked them to visit her grave with him & Arakan had never found it in themself to say no. After all, he had been there for them for the longest time & it was only right to return such a favour.

( i just want to forget her. i want to forget everything that hurts me. )

[ofdemonessence]

.: Delia's Verses :.

side note- all verses can be changed, altered and details specified with plotting *****

V0; Main Verse: Seductive Whispers: Delia's Journey as a Dream-Weaver

By day, Delia dons the role of a dream-interpreting therapist. Drawing upon her intimate knowledge of the ethereal realm, she guides her clients through the enigmatic landscapes of their subconscious minds. With a keen intuition and a deep understanding of the human psyche, Delia helps unravel the symbolism and hidden messages within her patients' dreams, offering insights and guidance for their waking lives.In her downtime, Delia indulges her passion for writing. She pours her vivid imagination onto the pages of fantasy novels, weaving intricate tales of magic, adventure, and romance. Through her writing, she brings forth worlds of wonder and escapism, providing solace and inspiration to readers who yearn for enchantment.Despite her demonic nature, Delia harbors a profound empathy for humanity. She has chosen to use her powers not to exploit or manipulate, but to offer solace and understanding to those who seek her guidance. Through her therapy sessions and her stories, she strives to illuminate the depths of the human experience and explore the complexities of the human heart.

V1; Ethereal Veil: Delia's Dance between Vanity and Shadows: Delia, the Daughter of Vanity and Gnarled Horns, emerges from a realm where beauty and darkness intertwine. Born to ethereal beings representing contrasting forces, Delia inherits a unique blend of allure and mystique. With her striking appearance and an air of enigma, she possesses an innate charm that captivates those around her. However, beneath her enchanting facade lies a complex nature, torn between the desire for superficial glamour and the yearning for authenticity. Delia's journey becomes a quest to strike a delicate balance between vanity and embracing her true self, ultimately discovering that true beauty lies within.

V2; Modern Day Chemistry Teacher: In the realm of academia, Delia takes on the role of a modern-day chemistry teacher. Armed with a brilliant mind and a passion for scientific discovery, she guides her students through the wonders of the molecular world. Delia's classroom becomes a place of fascination and inspiration, where she fosters a love for knowledge and encourages her students to question the boundaries of scientific understanding. Beyond the confines of the lecture halls, Delia's own life intertwines with the chemistry she teaches, navigating the complexities of relationships, unraveling the mysteries of her own heart, and finding that sometimes the most profound reactions are the ones that occur outside the laboratory.

V3; DC Verse, Those Years in Themyscira: Delia's journey takes a turn into the realm of DC Comics as she becomes entwined in the mythos of Themyscira, the hidden island of the Amazons. Raised among the fierce warriors, Delia grows into a formidable force herself, honing her combat skills, and embracing the ideals of justice and truth. As she trains alongside Amazonian legends, she grapples with her own identity and purpose in a world where gods and mortals collide. Delia's story intertwines with the likes of Wonder Woman and other iconic DC characters, as she discovers her place in the rich tapestry of Themyscira and the greater DC Universe.

V4; Lady of Poisons & Venom: In an ancient realm shrouded in shadows and secrecy, Delia ascends to the throne as the Queen of Poisons and Venom. With an intricate knowledge of lethal concoctions and deadly toxins, she works in a clandestine realm where intrigue and treachery abound. Delia becomes a master of manipulation, her words laced with subtle venom and her actions calculated to achieve her ambitions. Yet, beneath her seemingly sinister exterior, she harbors a complex heart, torn between her regal responsibilities and the desire for a different path. Delia's story becomes a dance of power, as she navigates the treacherous realm of political machinations and grapples with the consequences of her choices.

[inspotlight]

featuring: ricky bowen (@melodyplucked), lily campbell (@sheactress)

going    from    ricky's    performance    in    mamma    mia    to    their    auditioning    and    subsequent    run    in    la    la    land,    nini    found    a    much    deeper    appreciation    for    live    performance.    she'd    been    so    wrapped    up    in    making    music    that    she'd    somewhat    lost    her    love    for    performing    live,    but    when    the    announcement    of    the    la    la    land    broadway    production    came,    nini    knew    there    was    nothing    she    wanted    more    than    that.    

they'd    already    considered    moving    to    new    york    city,    getting    a    fresh    start    away    from    all    the    bullshit    they'd    dealt    with,    and    spending    some    time    with    their    east    coast    friends.    nini's    dream    role    coming    around    was    just    icing    on    the    cake.    their    casting    was    the    best    day    of    nini's    life,    save    for    when    she    and    ricky    got    back    together.    it    felt    like    things    were    finally    falling    into    place.

[pnkb1tch-archive]

VERSE DROP: V4

when veronica thompson's addiction begins hitting new lows (or new highs?) the family nanny can no longer hold her tongue, sitting on her hands waiting for the press to catch wind of the negligence of the thompson parents. the nanny contacts social services and after a thorough investigation, tiffany, arlo and bambi are all sent to live with their distant relatives in the countryside. growing up away from the flashing lights and the pressure of fame, of living up to their parent's names, the thompson kids all pursue ordinary lives.

after graduating uni, arlo decides to strike out on his own, and moves back to london. he works at his former professor's small bookstore for three years, at which point his professor decides he's ready to retire with his wife and wishes to sell. with his personal savings from working most of his life, and the money the thompson kids get from their estranged parents, at 23, arlo buys the bookstore and fully rebrands the place as his own: an indie bookstore with an attached café bistro, BOOKS, BEANS & OTHER THINGS is arlo thompson's pride and joy. his sisters help him run the place, with tiffany helping manage the bookstore, and bambi helping run the café.

[bunnimad]

a small rabbit bounces up to you & hops into your lap-- you pet it , you hold it , you think nothing of it . everything is normal until suddenly that rabbit isn't a rabbit & instead it's a tiny brunette & she's flicking your muse in the nose or licking them or some shit before running away .

[teamlarl]

@atlas-team-valv​ continued from here​

“Vermeil, I’m serious...”

Renatus shifted in his sleep, the weight of his thoughts more heavy than the beckoning lull of sleep could ever hope to be. No doubt his rough and tumble Atlesian lover would adore nothing more than falling back to sleep. Renatus was of half a mind to let him... but no. This was too important.

“We leave in the coming days, you know. My team and I. The Haven students.”

And that’s what it came down to. Their inevitable separation. The Vytal Festival was over, ending in a tragedy that shocked the world. That is, if the world even knew about it. Communications were down... It would take the survivors returning home for the news of Beacon’s Fall to be spread.

“You could...” His golden eyes looked uncharacteristically anxious in the light of dawn. ���There’s always an invitation for you. To come with us.”

To come back with him.

[woozyhere]

okay finally getting my FECKIN !!!!!!!!! VERSES IN ORDER HERE !!!!!!!

🔪 ————— ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏ ʙᴀʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ — v1.

general verse — where most interactions will fall. this timeline is set during the events of the 1996 film before the massacre. age: 18

🔪 ————— ɪ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏʏ sᴏ ᴏʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴇs — v2.

general adult verse — where most interactions will fall if stu is requested as an adult. this timeline is set after he's released on parole - having served a 25 year sentence. age: 45

🔪 ————— sᴀʏ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ — v3.

sole survivor verse — where Stu has manipulated everyone into believing he is the "sole survivor" of the massacre. Billy is dead in this verse, along with the rest of the friend group (unless otherwise assumed or plotted). Stu is far more cynical and cruel without Billy's influence. age range: 19 - 45

🔪 ————— ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ — v4. (@popularmxnster)

starting over — where Billy and Stu run off together to the Macher family cabin upstate California. they start their domestic life together, as a couple, and while Billy stays home to spruce up the cabin, Stu finds a boring ass desk job to keep busy. yes, that bloodlust is still there. Stu is always on the verge of asking if Billy wants to re-write and make their movie anyway. age range: 18 - 45

🔪 ————— ɪ'ᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ — v5. (@dead-blondie)

i'm a what now? — where Stu is released on parole and tracks Tatum down ... only to discover that she had a child while he was locked up and the child is, wait for it, his!? Stu pushes to try again with the relationship, he wants to be involved, he wants a family and he wants to be a father. it'll take a lot of time to trust him again, this he knows, but he's trying- why can't she see he's really trying? age: 45

🔪 ————— ɪ'ᴍ sᴏ ᴜɢʟʏ; ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴏᴋᴀʏ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ — v6. (dead-blondie)

you're sick like me — where Tatum finds out Stu's nasty secret of being a Ghostface killer, and instead of offing her on the spot, he recruits her. he knew there had to be a sickness inside of her as well, and he tries to train it out of her. full of toxicity and gaslighting and manipulation. age range: ???

[skycapt4in]

@manaborn / card of vipers. sender meets the receiver in a thieves' den.

HE NOTICES ALMOST IMMEDIATELY, when the red haired woman walks into the room. He's not sure what it is about her that he see's first though.

She's wearing a hooded cloak to conceal herself which is.. Well, he can see the logic in her thinking, but she is the only one here trying to hide herself away, and Noah isn't the only one who had noticed her. A few of his men had noticed her too and while he would like to say that they're smart enough to keep away from her, he can't say that he trusts them enough to do so.

She did walk into their hideaway and help herself to their drink. Mina seemed to be doing a good job at keeping the pickpockets at bay and keeping her engrossed in conversation. The dark haired woman even glares at Noah as he approaches, knowing that he's letting his curiosity get the better of him, unfortunately for her, she can't tell him what to do.

He slides onto the stool next to hers, letting the leg drag off the floor so that his presence is known, the stranger looks at him with a look akin to a deer in lamplight and he only responds with a smile, holding his hand out to her. “ You're a long way from wherever you're supposed to be, are you not? ” The parts of her clothing that is peeking out from under the cloak are not the rags that usually adorn the usual townsfolk or weary travellers who find their way in. “ Any particular reason for your visit or were you simply following the breeze? ”

FANTASY BASED PROMPTS / accepting

[thelittlestrcse]

A garden always has a point.

"Mm, and what point do you think that is? I feel as though the only reason we have so many gardens is because we live in Highgarden, so I feel not having a garden would perhaps... not make sense?" Trysta hummed thoughtfully, pulling Michelle alongside her through one of the larger gardens of her home.

"I suppose it could be for any reason, really. Maybe it was named Highgarden because there are so many gardens, or perhaps the gardens were all planted because of the name? I'm not certain I know, if I'm speaking honestly."

[tartagla-archived]

bite reverse :)

ㅤㅤhe's laughing , honestly unsure of how the whole situation started . one minute they were on the couch watching a horrible horror movie that made absolutely no sense at all . the next they were playfully fighting which had somehow ended up with ajax on his back on the floor .

ㅤㅤnot that he minded , at all .

ㅤㅤhe's still trying , albeit not as much to try and win their playful little bout . that is until they feel pain , not uncomfortable pain but still enough to get him to yelp in surprise . they squirm , laughter only growing louder at the realization .

ㅤㅤ❛❛ you bit me ? ❜❜

ㅤㅤthey're tugging at their arm , finally getting it free to look at the very obvious bite mark left behind . oh that's going to be a hassle to keep covered over the next few days .

ㅤㅤ❛❛ oh , it's so on you know that right ? ❜❜

ㅤㅤhe turns back to the other , grin growing as he moves to wrap their arms around him and roll over to instead pin him below them . their smile never falters though as they press a kiss to his nose .

ㅤㅤ❛❛ now , i wonder where i should bite you at ? ❜❜

bite chomp bite

[darkhearthorns]

v4; medieval || ruthless tyrant

Species: Human-Warlock Hybrid Height and Weight: Maverick stands tall, towering over his subjects with an imposing presence. His height is around 6 feet 5 inches (195 cm), making him an intimidating figure in any room. He possesses a strong and robust build, with a weight of approximately 220 pounds (100 kg), reflecting his physical strength and prowess.

Appearance: Maverick's appearance reflects his dark and menacing nature, befitting his role as a ruthless tyrant.

Countenance: Maverick's face is chiseled, with sharp features that exude an air of authority and cruelty. His facial expressions often carry a cold, calculating gaze that strikes fear into the hearts of those who meet his gaze.

Hair: He has jet-black hair, usually worn shoulder-length or slightly longer, falling in thick waves that frame his face. His hair is meticulously groomed, emphasizing his regal stature.

Eyes: Maverick's eyes are piercing and intense, like deep pools of darkness. They possess a cold, steely gaze that reveals little emotion, always observing and analyzing his surroundings.

Complexion: His complexion is pale, almost porcelain-like, contrasting starkly with the darkness that surrounds him. The absence of color in his skin serves as a stark reminder of the absence of mercy in his rule.

Attire: Maverick dresses in dark, opulent garments that befit his position of power. He often wears elaborate and regal black robes adorned with intricate silver or obsidian embellishments. His attire is both a symbol of his authority and a reflection of his affinity for darkness.

Demeanor: Maverick carries himself with a commanding presence, walking with purpose and confidence. His movements are deliberate and measured, conveying a sense of power and control.

Background: In this dark and tumultuous setting, Maverick is a feared and ruthless tyrant who presides over the Blackthorn Kingdom. The kingdom lies in a perpetual state of chaos and turmoil, with its people living in constant fear under Maverick's oppressive rule. He seized control of the throne through a combination of cunning, manipulation, and brute force, eliminating his rivals and solidifying his authority.

Maverick's reign is centered around the foreboding Obsidian Citadel, a stronghold that serves as both his seat of power and a symbol of his dark rule. It is within the walls of this formidable fortress that his new wives mysteriously vanish, their fates obscured by the shadows of secrecy. Rumors abound that Maverick is directly responsible for their untimely demise, yet no evidence has surfaced to substantiate these claims, leaving the truth surrounding their deaths shrouded in mystery.

Engaging in frequent battles, Maverick is a formidable warrior who revels in violence. The Nightshade Realm, the land under his dominion, is a realm of perpetual darkness and treachery. Maverick employs his armies to wage war, extending his influence and crushing any opposition that dares to challenge his iron-fisted rule.

Statistics:

Master Strategist: Maverick possesses a keen tactical mind, able to formulate intricate battle plans and exploit the weaknesses of his enemies. He strategically maneuvers his forces and capitalizes on opportunities to further his conquest and maintain his grip on power.

Combat Prowess: Maverick is a highly skilled and merciless combatant. He wields a wickedly sharp obsidian blade, a symbol of his authority and ruthlessness. His proficiency in a variety of combat styles, both armed and unarmed, makes him a formidable adversary on the battlefield.

Aura of Fear: Maverick's reputation as a ruthless tyrant precedes him, and his presence alone instills fear in the hearts of those around him. The Nightshade Realm quivers under the weight of his oppressive rule, and his subjects dare not cross him for fear of severe consequences.

Manipulative Charisma: Maverick possesses a charismatic demeanor that enables him to manipulate and control others to serve his own interests. He is adept at exploiting the fears and desires of his subjects, using their loyalty or vulnerabilities as tools for his dominion.

Shadow Mastery: Maverick has delved into the forbidden arts of shadow magic, harnessing its power to augment his combat abilities and manipulate the darkness to his advantage. He can summon and command shadows, plunging his enemies into disarray and confusion.

Enigmatic Nature: Maverick's true intentions and the extent of his dark deeds remain veiled in mystery. He is a master of intrigue and deception, keeping his enemies off balance and his subjects in a state of constant uncertainty.

Oppressive Rule: Maverick's tyrannical rule is marked by strict laws, harsh punishments, and a complete disregard for the well-being of his subjects. He rules through fear, suppressing any form of dissent and maintaining a tight grip on every aspect of the Nightshade Realm.

Unyielding Willpower: Maverick possesses an indomitable will and an unwavering determination to maintain his power. He is unafraid to face any challenge head-on, even at the cost of personal sacrifice or the lives of other.

[decoysouled]

JOURNAL ENTRY // AETHER.

Date: 12th August Mood: 2/10. Daily Goal: Get tea with friends. Find the energy to make something to eat. Tea isn't happening anymore.

I need to learn to hide my feelings better. If someone as oblivious as Zhongli can pick up on the fact I've been sad, I must be showing it. I wonder if he asked because he cares or because it was annoying. I think it was the latter. I don't see why anyone would care about my feelings. I don't think he and Venti are getting along right now, considering he said he wouldn't get tea with us. I didn't even ask Venti after that. I didn't see a point.

I just wanted to spend time with my friends & forget about Lumine & my parents & everything else for just one hour. It was stupid of me to ask at all.

Before he started asking me things, Zhongli was talking about biodegradable urns being a scam... I wonder when I die, what would someone do with my body? I think I'd want my ashes to be scattered by the sea. I don't think anyone would care to do that or give me a funeral, really. Those are for people who are loved. Would anyone even show up if I had one? Would anyone even visit my grave? Although, it was a bit of an odd topic for a casual conversation... I wonder why he chose it, of all things.

Maybe it's a sign.

I think that I should make something to eat and then go to bed... People always tell me writing my feelings down helps, but I don't think it does. I feel worse than I did earlier. I feel hollow, like I'm not a person. I'm not enough of a person for anyone to want around, at least. Maybe I'll make some toast. This is just a hard time, it'll pass eventually. One day I'll stop dwelling on the things that hurt me.

Tomorrow will be better. Aether of the future will be happier, I just know it!