#;;substitutes? | verse

[dumptruckofanass]

funniest moment in the whole show to me tbh. like i honest to god laughed the first time i heard it

[twilight-limit]

@mechatiqe isn't immune to my god damn emos!!

"Sheesh... Nevermind."

Why did the WDO send him here again? Wouldn't a younger detective be better in this setting? At least a High School Aged Detective would have gotten more answers by now. Pretending to be a teacher was just too much work, guess beggars can't be choosers... 'Former Ultimate Medium' was merely a made-up title given to him by the headmaster to investigate 'missing students'-- But it wasn't exactly wrong-- He could communicate with spirits as a detective.

With a school this huge and basically being a 'new hire'... This 'teacher' needed to go to the school's faculty office to update his notes on this investigation. In other words... He was lost.

[ranvwoop]

slightly longer since i saw vienna wip :3

[regicidal-defenestration]

Anyone spare a hint for a struggling TSV fan in these trying times?

[necr0-mantix]

// - @marrowweaver requested a starter.

--- So she had sent him after-all. The massacre that the order had endured only decades ago had left their numbers so emanciated that even training acolytes had become a difficulty. There hadn't been this few since the days of Kalan, and while there had been many hopeful to pick up the dark arts since Malthael's assault upon humanity, with so few masters left to train the hopeful, their recovery had been slow. Too slow.

While he had been forbidden from stopping the massacre by both his own edicts and Trag'oul's demand, this? This was a need for his people, and not anything that would put him at any sort of risk while waiting for the end. It was, at the very least, a sort of entertainment, and to be entertained was becoming a rarity in his age.

Rathma would take a deep inhale from the shisha he had been indulging in while waiting, not rising to greet the acolyte from the comfort of the mess of blanket and pillow that littered the floor, only his eyes lifting from his reading. He would admit to himself that perhaps he looked lazy in this moment, but the books also strewn around him indicated he was at least doing something. The tomes the masters worked on tended to contain mistakes, and he did personally attend to fixing said mistakes when the mood came to him.

"You're early." he would state without emotion, his expression more distant than the stereotypes of their kind.

To be early wasn't a sin. He knew that the boy would be early. The hopeful were predictable.

"...your name, again?"

It wasn't as if Rathma didn't already know, he had spoken with the Deathspeaker about the matter personally from shadow, but to hear it from the young man's mouth, it would allow him to gauge his energy and tone so much easier. And gauge he would, for he truly did not wish to waste what little time remained on somebody who the Deathspeaker may have misjudged.

[howthesleeplesswander]

@vattghcrn continued from here! ((these boys are going on a desert adventure 😤🙌))

"Oh, ha-ha," Kaveh said with a roll of his eyes. "And people think witchers don't have a sense of humor. You could wear some color along with all that armor, you know. Personally, I think you'd look rather handsome in rich greens. Something like a nice olive or dark pine—oh, or even juniper!"

He took a moment to study the brilliant gold of Geralt's eyes that practically glowed beneath the desert sun. Definitely green, the artist nodded to himself. "It could even be like camouflage if you had contracts in the forest. Color isn't just for aesthetics—it can have practical applications, too!"

But Geralt eventually gave a serious response, to which Kaveh simply scoffed. The only reason the witcher would trek this far out into the desert was if there was a job to be done. Honestly he could hardly imagine what kind of monster was lurking in the sand that even the Guardian of Aaru Village couldn't handle.

"The last time I ventured into the desert I passed out from the heat," he admitted with a grimace. "I was out for hours; I didn't come to until it was nighttime and the air had cooled off. It's a miracle I didn't get sunburned to death!" Not that he regretted the actions that led to that consequence. Winning the Interdarshan Championship would've rung hollow if he hadn't gotten those desert foxes to safety first.

"I wouldn't call 'passing out' fun or a way to change things up." And yet, a silent moment passed where Kaveh squinted out at the distant dunes before heaving a dramatic sigh. "Fine, alright—but don't forget that you promised to help me collect some henna berries! I'm down to the last few drops of my favorite red paint, and I can't make more without them."

[creatediana]

"Hell is Other Fourth Graders" - a free verse poem written 6/07/2023

[mythvoiced]

@stillresolved | ♥

"Babe, you're the only fashion designer I like. I will endorse you as often as possible, what's stopping me, the law? Your brother?"

[blxxditout]

Does your muse have any unusual habits, interests, and / or talents? Does he hide it, or is he proud of it?

A lot of his interests are pretty normal; movies & baseball being his top two favorite things, although he's starting to take interest in what he's become. He's never really been one to be intrigued by the occult up until his revival. There are a lot of things that he doesn't know about himself and what was done to him, so he wants to find out all that he can about his 'affliction'. He doesn't know what to call it, he thinks of himself as a zombie or some other kind of monster, but I wouldn't say that he's proud of what he's become or that he's interested in learning about it. It did throw his life off course, but he doesn't hate it completely. He's glad to be alive, so I'd say he's weirdly tolerant of it?

Some habits that he's picked up from being brought back to life are definitely influenced by Scythe. For example, maintaining heavy eye contact, as a show of dominance and challenge, when he otherwise would've liked to avert his gaze or stare at something else when talking to other people. He's also become less docile than before, more inclined to respond aggressively in hostile situations, which is something he does like/is proud of. The other traits and qualities he's gained are the ones he truly tries to hide: like the intense hunger for flesh and blood, thinking about maiming people, and other things...

What he's afraid of is letting it win, becoming the monster he already thinks he is. He'll try and keep them to himself if he can help it, opting to trying to figure it out on his own.

[ofsluts]

Top/bottom and top/verse and verse/bottom are all good m/m ship dynamics but nothing beats the superior top/top dynamics. It adds that nice crunch.

[faroresson]

I love having AUs for characters that no longer technically have a canon

[bitgrls]

"BUT YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL, AND LIFE ISN'T A FUCKING MOVIE. EXCEPT SOMETIMES YOU DO MEET THE BAD GUYS, THOUGH."

BITGRLS. an independent, selective, multimuse. sideblog to offier. by ant (she/they).

doc. memes. brief muses descriptions. interest tracker.

other blogs: deathsbecome, feardrummed (sideblog to deathsbecome), offier, hivechose

[twilight-limit]

"...." Just how many students are taking his creative writing class now? They've been popping up like daisies. Now he actually has to start teaching....Instead of investigating.

[savior-of-humanity]

Fortunately, Atreus was used to rousing early in the morning - the life he lived from where he came from necessitated such things, especially when the chill of winter creeped in. He stretched a bit as well, sleepily blinking away the last dregs of a dream he couldn't remember, before nodding.

I'll try to be careful. He might not be familiar with the dangers of this place, but he still had a good sense of how to traverse perilous terrain, how to avoid and dispatch enemies. Though, granted, that was when he was in human form and had the blessings of bow and arrow and magic. But what better teacher than Artificer herself?

Atreus followed her out of the shelter, noting her retrieval of the spear, before tailing behind her - not too close, but not too far. He tried to be observant of her movements; how she navigated around obstacles, how she moved, and eventually he was finding that he could move a little better now that he'd gotten used to his current shape.

Though, at the back of his mind, his thoughts buzzed with musings and ideas about the so-called metal god. Artificer had said they slept atop them - did that mean they were somewhere deeper within the city? Underground, even? That was the only logical explanation Atreus could really think of. And, given how overgrown and worn-down the vast labyrinth of metal was, he figured there was a good chance the mystery god was alone in this strange realm. A loner, an outcast, maybe an exile? He had so, so, so many questions to ask - but they'd have to wait until he met them in the flesh.

Something about what she's said excited the pup. Metal god, city... or maybe just the prospect of being able to go home? She's not certain, but the fact that he is interested in the idea is enough for her.

The yawn's contagious, especially with exhaustion weighing so heavy. A soft grumble escapes her as she adjusts her position to be a little more comfortable.

Do not thank yet, she warns; things can still sour easily, and she... well, for what it's worth, she still believes the scavengers deserved their fate, but now that the rage was allowed to simmer down, she's all too aware of how much blood she spilled. It's not exactly guilt that haunts her, but his thanks sits wrong on top of it regardless.

But still, sleep settles over the both of them too soon for her to be sure he's heard her.

and she dreams of a pearl clattering to the ground, of the bubbles popping at the water's surface

It's all nightmares—always the same ones. She is used to them now, and how only the sound of a shelter opening stirs her from their grasp. She stretches out as much as she can to loosen up stiff muscles before getting up and nudging the pup awake.

Best head out early. Less predators at start. Many gaps on the path, too—easy to fall and die. Take time to be careful. Might not even be possible to leave this cycle.

That would entirely depend on Atreus and if the gate would open for him as they would to the scavengers. Once they're out, she's not worried; her drone would find its way to back to her sooner or later, no matter where she is.

Stay close, she then adds, before slipping outside. Despite being above the clouds, a distant scent of rain still lingered in the air. She breathes in deeply before snagging a spear on the ground and climbing up.

[valtsv]

an element of horror that the silt verses does really really really well is establishing how utterly normalised and accepted human sacrifice is in both "civilised" society and counterculture communities. "a god must feed, a god must be fed" is taken as common sense; the idea of questioning it is laughable to most people. animal sacrifice is seen as at best a temporary substitute for the real thing, and not cost-effective enough to maintain. whether lured into traps and staked to posts as offerings to predatory gods, or coerced into signing contracts that forfeit your life to the state by predators in suits and ties and butchered for parts in sterile white rooms where no one will hear you beg and scream for help, sacrifices are treated like animals, seen as less than human. prayer marks to hallow someone into a saint are branded onto the body like those of livestock. a character who will go on to become one of the most progressive actors for change in the show is introduced to us thanking a saint for their suffering (which powers the train which she takes to commute to work every day) because she sincerely believes that offering a meaningless platitude in order to lessen her guilt at her own complicity is all that she can do. not a single character is introduced to us believing in any system but the one that they've always known. the abuses and exploitation that the entire societal structure relies on are baked into the foundations so completely that imagining anything different outside of it terrifies them at first. it's bone-chillingly brilliant worldbuilding.

[incorrectbatfam]

I know we already have retail Steph, but could we also have substitute teacher Jason? (how did he get this job? he's a bat), the reason? he really enjoys the idea and the bonus of annoying his younger siblings and keeps the eyes on them

[art class] 

Jason: What'cha sculpting?

Damian: Your updated tombstone.

———————

[English class] 

Jason: Jon, can I talk to you for a sec?

Jon: Is it about my book report?

Jason: Yes. You were supposed to write a report on The Outsiders, but instead, you wrote about the menu at Outback Steakhouse. However, since it's really well-written, I'm giving you a B. 

———————

[math class] 

Colin: *raises his hand*

Jason: Yes?

Colin: Can I go to the bathroom?

Jason: What do I look like, your handler? Just go. 

Colin: *leaves with his backpack*

Colin: *walks out the school to patrol while Jason watches from the window*

———————

[health class] 

Jason: Can anyone tell me the most important food group?

Billy: Your mom.

———————

[social studies class]

Jason: Who can tell me Nanda Parbat's biggest export?

Suren: Assassins. 

Jason: Other than that.

Suren: Zombie assassins. 

———————

[science class]

Jason: Today we're going to learn about the circle of life.

Maya: You would know a lot about that, wouldn't you?

———————

[music class]

Jason: Girls' side, can I hear that first verse from you again?

The girls: *singing*

Maps: *inhuman screeching*

———————

[gym class]

Jason: Where are your gym clothes?

Kathy: At home.

Jason: M'kay, go get some extras from the lost and found.

Kathy: No thanks, black's not my color.

———————

[recess]

Jason, on the phone: I think my first day's going pretty well—

Jason: *gets hit by mud*

Jason: ...I'm gonna have to call you back.