#[ verse tag for the future

[teebsbutyoudontknow]

My Timeskip Whitney design as drawn by RGreywind on Twitter! I think they did a fantastic job!

[fiepige]

feel like there is a connection (wishful thinking) between “we don’t pick the ballroom we just dance” and “i’ll do it but not because you told me to” lol

Ooohh yeah I see it! Thank you so much for the suggestion anon! <3

Without further ado, have some more Noirpunk GIFs!

Noir and Hobie both being little shits (affectionate <3) when being told what to do!

BONUS:

I couldn't decide if I wanted to make 2 long GIFs where the dialogue is connected, or 4 shorter ones where it's split up, so I did both lol

(Once again thank you for the suggestion anon! This was such a good idea! We need as many noirpunk GIFs as we can get lol!)

If you, or anyone else, have more suggestions for noirpunk GIFs (or spiderverse GIFs in general) my inbox is always open! <3

[vimbry-moved]

jumping off the back of the post about genres of song lyrics, another thing about tmbg's lyrics in particular is that even when they write about pleasant themes, they still manage to frequently do so through a sinister lens:

the experience of having children and looking after them:

a nice little nightlight protecting a child muses on the shortcomings it would have outside its assigned responsibility:

fantasising about getting high in the park with your crush:

[jayonashelf]

i am HWS!latvia posting again. this is basicly an au at this point tbh.

[bugsinshoes]

"MORE AYSEL CONTENT!" i say as i throw this to you.

i have had the concept rattling around in my brain for a while, and I've finally done it!

i like to imagine Ford kept a few journals documenting his travels during those 30 years he was gone, so i couldn't help myself but make a page when ford first met aysel.

i actually had a lot of fun making this hehehehe :-]

(close ups under the cut)

[styllwaters]

Vivere 44 x spider verse AU featuring Sea Crawler Miguel. Yeah

[morelikesin]

BOY, SHUT UP AND

DRIVE

DRIVE.

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I got too deep in the paint. Because of that you have a Bimbo Sam for your viewing pleasure 🩷

[sorrowfulsidekick]

forgor to share but I doodled the design for one of my verses I will be dragging @run-muse-dot-exe into writing with me tehee

WATER COOLER GATLING GUN CAUSE I THINK I'M THE FUNNIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD (I am)

also some older doodles

realized i forgot his collar in the first drawing lmao but he's punk extreme

[silentknives]

What kind of villain are you?

unwillingly evil

you were forced. your resolve was broken slowly but surely, and now you're unsure of whether you'll ever get it back. for some reason, you believe that your current position is your fault. it isn't. it's the fault of those who did it to you. and yet you soldier on, facing forwards even as you slowly lose your will to continue. when you die, you're calm. unafraid for the first time in a while. this is the one thing they can't take from you.

tagged by: @rogaire <3 tagging: @wildlcck, @notsoinnocentlittleangel, @endlcssdesiire, and 🫵🏼 you!

[fatesunwritten]

verse | future

i'll do these for each muse as an idea comes to me, but for now, we start off with

Roman Torchwick & Scarlett Woods

after all is said and done and things go back to normal, roman wastes no time reestablishing himself as a kingpin wherever he settles down; vale if it's rebuilt, mistral or vacuo otherwise, with scarlett at his side. within a few years, their longtime romance becomes much more solid with a quick courthouse wedding (neo, of course, was there). shortly after, scarlett ends up pregnant.

the firstborn, a daughter, is named celeste and her birth nearly kills her mother. despite the terrifying experience and a possible risk that hangs over their head, by the time celeste is three, scarlett is expecting their second, and final, child.

ciane, their son, comes into the world with no strain on his mother. he's quiet, as opposed to celeste who was born screaming, but he's overall a very healthy baby.

most, if not all, interactions with celeste take place in this verse.

[isolement]

ive given up on fighting tumblr's text editor, if you guys see random regular sized letters amidst a bunch of small font ones, it is unintentional.

[aelirus]

"There is no brighter future "

They spoke. For some reasons their arms where shaking as they stared at him. Their breathing fast.. and there were tears in their eyes.

"everything what keeping this world will do is just a cycle that won't stop repeating. Again and again someone will try to destroy the world by creating distortions. It will never stop. We have to destroy this place so nothing like this can happen again. Keeping it alive will just do more damage "

They looked up.

"I'm sorry.. But there's no good ending this time."

If Cyrus were weaker in mind, he'd be enraged by this flagrant display of emotion. One of the many reasons he was pushed into doing what he'd done, or would do, was knowing humans such as this existed.

Paralysed by their own indecision, by their inability to comprehend, by the clouding of their logic when they allowed themselves to become irrational.

They'd claim they wanted a better world, and instead of pursuing it, would merely cry about how it couldn't be achieved.

...

But, Cyrus thought, this is why I lead them.

This is why I know I am right, that I am the one outlier in this world. The only one with the willpower to change everything, that is why the weak flock to me and why the "strong" oppose me.

The end of all things is my perfect world, and in that perfect world, these annoyances will have never existed.

That is why it is pointless to become upset.

Cyrus walked closer to them, slowly, so as not to startle a shaking animal.

When he was near enough he could peer down his nose at them, judgement and apathy in the face of emotion, he raised his hand for them to take.

Instilling the idea that even though this person was so flawed, embarrassing, and incomplete-- they could be absolved through simply taking his hand.

"Doubting alone is enough to slow progression. In doing so, you're only undoing any hope of a better future for yourself and those around you.

If you want something, you may only seek it, or else you never truly wanted it.

All that stands between us and eternity are our choices. Why would you choose to give up?"

[poetess-trobadour]

I have seen boys that played men

And I've seen women who played along

Just to be with such boys,

And vice versa.

I think about how that's funny

In a truly heartbreaking way.

It made me make myself a promise,

A red cotton thread around my left wrist,

Where it's closer to my heart.

My promise, it says:

If I ever carry a girl into this world,

I hope I can teach her many lessons,

But above all others,

I hope I can teach her a lesson or respect.

I will teach her to respect herself enough

To never settle for a puddle

When her heart is loud and anxious with oceans.

And I will teach her to respect others

Enough to be genuine.

And if I ever carry a baby boy,

I hope I can give him plenty,

But above many things,

I hope I can give him reasons.

I will give him reasons solid enough

To withstand any storm

When his mind is shaken with quakes to the core.

And I will teach him to reason with others,

To be reliable enough.

And, as oceans and earthquakes are boundless,

I will teach him a lesson of respect;

I will give her reasons, as well.

And if they happen to live as brother and sister,

I hope that more than from me,

They will learn from each other.

Then, they will be a true power to be reckoned with —

Intertwined in their shared wisdoms,

Bearing their mother's oceans and mountains,

And their father's prairies and thunders —

Perhaps — I'm not sure yet,

Of whom or what my future holds,

Of where winds blow or which fires catch;

But while that part of it is yet mine to uncover,

I have certainty about them —

Unsinkable, unshakable —

As I know that, naturally,

They will be greater than I ever can.

Future, August 2018

[fortruechaos]

@yourflame said: It's many generations in the future. Elise would be in her 90s by now and many of the people the hybrid once knew are likely gone. It's dark and most people have turned in for the night. But not everyone, it seems. A bystander dressed in plain clothes staggers into view underneath the yellow street lamp light, propping himself up straight against it. The white-furred cat stares at Shadow for an eerily long, silent moment - though it almost feels like he was looking through the Ultimate Lifeform. Slowly, hesitantly and nervously, he asks. " Hey, you're.. him, right? Sh-Shadow the Hedgehog? " ~ you asked for cult bullshit?

The generations have left Shadow both mellowed and embittered. The world's changed in many ways and remained stagnant in others; pushed and pulled by the Ultimate Lifeform where he could, operating in the shadows true to his namesake--and yet he also felt he wasn't doing enough. Shadow withdrew from the public eye some time ago but his legacy remained; few of the younger generations call him by name anymore, opting instead for his title. Indeed, the only ones who really call him by name anymore are the elderly--those who knew him or knew of him when Sonic was still alive.

Which is why this very distressed cat calling him by his name makes Shadow raise his head, surprised, from where he's sitting on the stairs in Soleanna. He's honed his senses in considerably in the years that have passed. Team Dark as it was known under GUN's purview disbanded a long time ago after Shadow left the organization in the wake of the hedgehog having set up proper currents of information networks to track and monitor on his own, and then it disbanded a second time, more officially after Rouge passed, leaving Omega and Shadow to carry on with their own objectives to pursue in her felt absence. In short: Shadow's effectively a mercenary working on his own now, fraternizing with the underground, and cultivating connections within the underbelly and operating purely on his own terms. So he's on guard but not quick to action like he once had been, quietly assessing the stark cut of light against the cat's form, trying merely to feel and recognize the energy within him. Familiar.

"...And I don't know you." He finally says in reply to the two wide eyes looking not at him but beyond him, the hand on the far side of Shadow's body where the cat can't see moving slowly for his quills where he keeps a firearm, just in case. Shadow gets a foreboding feeling. "Walk away."

[revengesworn]

It's surreal, seeing Kazutora after so many years have passed.

Mikey hasn't seen any of his former friends in a very long time. He knows what they're doing, where they are- all of them having moved onto better lives, away from the things that might hurt them, away from him. It makes a bitterness bubble up in his stomach every time he thinks of it - but even that bitterness is muted, not enough to fill up the emptiness in his heart.

But Kazutora... might be the strangest one of all to see now. Mikey knew that he was released from prison not long ago, of course, but somehow seeing him free is a strange feeling, one he can't put into words.

Mikey gave up everything to protect him. To protect all of them. And yet, when he looks at the face of the man he once called his friend, he feels next to nothing at all. ...He's so tired.

"Kazutora. It's been a long time."

It's too late to pretend he hasn't seen Kazutora now. And by the looks of things, Mikey gets the impression that he might even have been looking for him. ...Why?

"Why are you here?"

@deathfavor ( starter for kazutora! )

[timeclipsed]

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