#[ verse. ] dreams of ice.

[crazyaboutto]

This man is determined to write anything but Winds of Winter and a Dream of Spring 😩😫

[normaltothemax]

@dramatisperscnae Bruce gets a baby Jaybird

He hesitates outside the door to Bruce’s bedroom, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Keeps looking back over his shoulder towards his own bedroom. Chews on his lip and almost leaves several times. Almost turns right back around and goes back to his own bed. Taking a deep breath, he squares his shoulders and steels himself, forces himself to knock. “…B?” he calls quietly. He cracks the door open after a second, pokes his head in. “Are you awake?”

[fantomevoleur]

"You know...I haven't thought about it much, but considering how much Phantom Thief merchandise I've seen out there, I have to wonder if those diehard super 'Phans' have ever written fanfiction about us."

He wouldn't be surprised, especially if most of them involved the very charming and charismatic leader.

[gravesung-moving]

"The gods have witnessed our vows, but no one else must." to suguru from satoru

ABOVE THEM, AN ENDLESS NIGHT SKY. below them the earth, below them a hell they will crawl out of over and over again until they finally burn together. suguru lays beside him like they did when they were teenagers, dark hair splayed out in tendrils over the blanket separating them from the grass, and watches the stars glimmer and burn.

they have darkened, both of them. the blood of the higher-ups coats their hands, sinks into their skin, into their bones, but it is a shared burden the same way the girls are. the same way the society they both left behind is. once they were free of politics, expectations, and obligations, they decided to make something of the world they lived in together — and they would not allow anyone, or anything, to tear them apart again.

they married alone under the sky. no one to ordain but the impassive eyes of the powers that be, and no one to threaten intervention, not even the creature sealed beneath suguru's skin.

he lifts satoru's hand to his face, kisses the ring that now adorns his finger. ❝ no. those are for us to keep. but you don't want to celebrate with the girls and megumi? ❞

[mxthbladed]

@holyfurnace said: 🌿 maybe for Guardian!Vaggie and Angel of Death!Lute? My muse is standing under mistletoe. Send 💋 to give them a kiss. Or, send 🌿 for my muse to find yours standing under the mistletoe.

The holidays were a big deal, especially among winners, and it started to spread amongst the Heavenborn as well. It was just a little holiday shopping and spending time with Lute when Agata looked up and noticed the mistletoe hanging above their heads. She chuckled and pointed up. "We got caught," she teased. Agata cupped her cheeks softly and smile, holding her still as Agata leaned in to give her a proper kiss. "Some of these traditions are pretty fun."

[starsasunder]

@avaloniamagus, cont. from here.

Though every time her eye caught his, the young princess ducked behind the safety of the queen consort's skirts, she was curious too. His moonstone-white hair fair glowed, and he had an open, friendly air that other children rarely graced her with. She found herself deathly curious, and was as eager as he to slip away the moment the adults' attention erred.

"Enchanted books?" she whispered, careful to avoid her mother's watchful gaze as she placed her hand in his and let him guide her from the settee. The rustle of skirts nearly gave her away, and her ears twitched toward the queen anxiously, but she was relieved to find her intent on whatever they were discussing.

"That sounds lovely," she whispered eagerly, tucking her hand into his as he led her away, discomfort forgotten. "Lovelier than here, anyway. I bet your stories are way different from ours."

[ebottfell]

❥ Hands grip the notebook; nails digging into the leather cover slightly as her eyes peer over it at the flower; knees brought up to her chest as she stares down at him-- shoulders tense and hackles raised as she shifts uncomfortably on the floor-- back to the wall, hunched and a little nervous. Kayla wasn't usually one for socialisation-- especially with Flowey, of all monsters ( they all spook her quite a bit; a bounty on her head and the sinking feeling to never trust anyone; she is always on the run ).

❥ Flowey, Kayla thinks, is one of the scariest; she cannot read him easily, and he always seemed so-- so… smiley, especially with everything that is going on within the underground; unlike most monsters, the flower simply didn't care-- it certainly makes her uncomfortable, for starters. Her book is pulled closer to her face, eyebrows furrowed as, despite the quiver of her fingers on her book, she looks to him.

❥ ❝ What do-- what do you want? ❞ She asks quietly, ❝ Why are you here? ❞

@histhemed liked!

[spiderslvts]

some new tags ?? some new tags !! + affiliate tags :]

  .   🕸️  HOW   OUT   OF   HAND   IT’S   GOTTEN       ╱     ooc.

  .   🕸️  MY   FLESH   IS   LACED   WITH   SUGAR   AND   MAGGOTS       ╱     asks.

  .   🕸️  YOU   SAY   YOU   MISS   ME    (  I’M   RIGHT   HERE  )       ╱     starters.

  .   🕸️  WITH   PINK   EYESHADOW   AND   A   SOBBING   PRAYER       ╱     isms.

  .   🕸️  ANYTHING   COULD   BE   HOLY   UNDER   NEON  LIGHTS       ╱     visage.

  .   🕸️  DO   YOU   FEEL   THE   EYES   OVER   YOUR   BODY   STILL?       ╱     promo.

  .   🕸️  TO   SWEETLY   MELT   IN   SIN       ╱     rp memes.

  .   🕸️  I   DRINK   ;   I   BURN   ;   I   SHATTER   MY   OWN   DREAMS       ╱     open starter.

  .   🕸️  YOUR   FISH   HOOK   IN   MY   MOUTH       ╱     crack.

  .   🕸️  EATEN   IN   PIECES   ;   NOT   MEANT   TO   BE    KNOWN   WHOLE       ╱     ic.

  .   🕸️  I   BELIEVE   YOU   LIKE   A    BEATEN   DOG       ╱     dash games.

  .   🕸️  I   WILL   NEVER   BE   FORGIVEN   FOR   WANTING       ╱     affiliates.

  .   🕸️  KISS   ME   WITH   MY   BLOOD   BETWEEN   YOUR   TEETH       ╱     ships.

  .   🕸️  TO   BE   LOOKED   AT    &.   NEVER   SEEN       ╱     art.

  .   🕸️  TOUCHED   DOWN   TO   THE   DELICATE   BONES       ╱     poetry.

  .   🕷  |   IN  NEON  LIGHTS     ╱     canon &. main verse.

  .   🕷  |   THE  CALL  OF  THE  ANGELS     ╱     overlord verse.

  .   🕷  |   FEATHER  BOAS  AND  GLITTER     ╱     70’s verse. (ft. sirserpentine)

  .   🕷  |   OVERSEER  OF  HELL     ╱     zestial’s employee verse (ft. zestials)

  .   🕷  |   GOOD  OLD  FASHIONED  LOVER  BOY     ╱     human verse.

  .   🕷  |   LACED  WITH  BELLADONNA     ╱     lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)

  .   ♡  DO  YOU  LIKE  THE  SHOW ?  ARE  YOU  TIRED  OF  IT ?     ╱     videoaux.

  .   ♡  THE  LAST  SHRED  OF  TRUTH  IN  THE  LOST  MYTH  OF  TRUE  LOVE     ╱     hellsbroadcaster.

  .   ♡  I  COULD  NEVER  DEFINE  ALL  THAT  YOU  ARE  TO  ME     ╱     r-adio.

  .   ♡  BUT  I’D  NEVER  SAY  I  LOVE  YOU  JUST  TO  HEAR  YOU  SAY  IT  BACK     ╱     sirserpentine.

  .   ♡  I’M  PUT  TO  AWE  SOMETHING  SO  FLAWED  AND  FREE     ╱     dark-ambition.

  .   ♡  YOUR  BEAUTY  NEVER  EVER  SCARED  ME     ╱     gamblins.

  .   ♡  THE  FEAR  OF  THE  UNKNOWN  /  THE  FACE  IN  MONOCHROME     ╱     zestials.

  .   ♡  YOU  HATE  THE  APPLAUSE  /  YOU  CRAVE  THE  ATTENTION     ╱     xluciifer.

  .   ♡  BUT  YOU’RE  HOLDING  ME  LIKE  WATER  IN  YOUR  HANDS     ╱     oriiginis.

[angelatelier]

@blxxditout summoned cupid ! ♡ ˚.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused. (+reversed, if possible!)

✿ ⧽ reasons to cup a face .

❥ Warm hands are placed upon the others cheeks. Kiwa’s fingers gently ran across the skin on his face in an attempt to distract from the pain she was sure he had to be feeling. “Hey,” her voice is soft, but still somewhat stern. She’s trying to keep his attention. “Focus on me, okay? It’ll be okay, pinky promise.”

She gives a reassuring smile— but she knows that the concern still shines through. “Helps on the way, jus’ stay awake. Listen to my voice, Sid. I’ve gotcha.”

[sorrowfulsidekick]

Christmas morning came and went, at the foot of a lovingly dressed tree amongst unopened gifts Kitsunami sits patiently, knees to his chest.

Blearly fuchsia stares at the door expectantly as if Chronos would come waltzing in at any moment. He’d apologize for the delay and everything could go back to normal.

Of course this never happens and normally abundant patience begins to grow thin.

“ He wouldn’t. . . ”

The darkest edges of that disordered mind whispered convincing tales of abandonment, as though this whole effort for a perfect holiday was to direct his attention elsewhere while the eldest booked it far away.

His more logical and selfless center feared something had happened, that harm found its way to the eldest who would be lost with no help. The very thought forces bent legs to stand tall and soon the air is full of rummaging cloth as winter garb is hurriedly thrown on.

Triple checking no one else was around the door is shut with care, extra effort taken in its silence, thankful that his form was small enough to slip through without causing a commotion.

With deep breath heels turn and determined feet begin their trek into the vast white.

“ Chronos!! “

Kit searches high, hydro-tails maneuvering him atop trees and viewpoints that would normally be out of reach. Kit searches low, around familiar spots and crevices that might not be as obvious. His paranoia had grown to such a state that even cracks no one could feasibly fit in were scrutinized. Yet despite all his efforts he was just as clueless as when he began. Chronos could be a city over and he’d have no idea, and Chaos Sonic was just as out of the loop when asked that morning. There was temptation to ask Robotnik but something was wrong in the air, he just knew.

There was no one to turn to, not with his big bro gone.

I shouldn’t have left his side.

“ Chronos you— “

For a moment between his cries and begging a childish temper overcomes the boy, seeping into shouts. “ You can’t just disappear! Today of all days?! “

Only the wind replies.

Hours wane, winter lays the sun down early and what would have been a lovely day for a snowball fight shifts into a brutal and frigid night. With warmth and light gone the boy’s search was at a standstill, eyes squinting into the dark of a nearby woods with nothing but moonlight.

“ Chro— “ he starts again, interrupted by a crack in his voice. Taking a deep breath he continues only to be interrupted by sharp coughs lunging from a dry throat. Second attempt yields the same results, lips mouth a name and a only hoarse whisper comes out.

Outsized eyes peer through the black, mitten rise to rest against a sore throat.

“ . . .M-my voice- ” -was gone.

Vision poor, voice busted, the kid sits defeated at the base of a tree. Hyperventilating and awash with déjàvu trembling knees are hugged close to a thundering chest. Head pounding and eyes as dry as his hydro-pack he rests knowing the day is a failure. There would be no choice in returning home.

A rumbling tummy cuts the silence. That’s right, now would be dinner time and that coddled stomach had already grown use to routine. Curling up Kit wonders if somewhere out there his brother’s stomach growled in tandem, if he too had grown as use to their life together as he had.

Chronos come home. . . I’m hungry and I’m tired.

[normaltothemax]

Moon Knight this is real . i’m real . [-throws dick at jason-]

Figures he’d have a goddamn night terror with Dick crashing on his couch. Rehashing everything that’s happened to him, reopening those wounds, was bound to have some sort of consequence, he supposes. Apparently, that consequence is Jason waking up shouting, still half in his dream but desperately grasping at reality. He jolts when a figure moves in the other room.

“Dick…?” Sweaty, wild-eyed, his gaze darts around the room, lingering in shadowy corners, on closed closet doors. There’s a gun clenched tightly in his hands, and there’s Dick, in the doorway, hands where Jason can clearly see them. Good. That’s good. Jason’s a little too high-strung, right now, to trust that Dick’s not going to do anything to him, even if he knows Dick would never.

Which…he doesn’t. He loves Dick, he does, but trust isn’t something he’s able to just give out, these days. He’s been stabbed in the back too many times to hand it over freely, and he’s honestly still waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Dick to decide he’s not worth it, or turn him over to Bruce, or something.

The sheets are all twisted around his legs, and it takes him a minute to untangle himself, but once he does, he’s up on his feet, starting a sweep. Checking the latches on the window, throwing open the closet doors, looking anywhere and everywhere someone could be hiding. He needs to check the rest of the safehouse, but now Dick’s standing in his way. “Move.” Even as he says it, he’s stalking towards the doorway—one way or another, he’s getting through it, even if he has to go through Dick first.

@dramatisperscnae (x)

[byteing]

"I'm sorry, does that hurt?" ( for the corinthian ✨ )

“No, but you’re sticking your hands in my eyes,” the Corinthian pointed out, leaning back as far as it could. “I can’t see when you do that.” It was still getting used to not being Alex for her. Most of his human emotions and sensations had dulled, faded away, but one thing remained from his time in exile: their friendship. There was a darker edge to it now, strange feelings of possession and hunger that hadn’t been there when he was human - Alex hadn’t wanted to eat her. Not really.

But the Corinthian did. He caught himself thinking about it often, usually when she was making him laugh. He remembered that as Alex, he’d sometimes wanted to hold her close in those moments: he could only assume this was now the Corinthian’s equivalent.

He pushed Frankie’s wrist away until her fingers weren’t dangerously close to the blunt, human teeth inlaid into his eye sockets. It was strange that she wasn’t afraid—but then, she was fucking Dream, so maybe her fear responses were just broken.

“You don’t seem frightened.” Just as he says it, he feels Them: a presence that crawls up the back of his skull and manifests on the secondhand sofa mere feet away from them both. The Corinthian jerks slightly, as if to rise, feeling like he and Frankie have been caught somehow, but the figure only raises a hand to settle him. He stares over Frankie’s shoulder at Them, numb. Eyes tingling where Frankie had touched him.

“She knows no harm will come to her,” Dream says, voice like velvet night. His eyes do not linger on the Corinthian at all: he looks only at Frankie, expression softening almost imperceptibly. “Hello, beloved.”

[miellv]

@fatebreaking : Kill Her. She blinks. She blinks again. No, she won't kill this woman. But she will kill you. She won't, the clockwork machinist thinks. Or at least, she won't immediately. And that is enough. The feather-clad woman before her is a monster person, like her. All the more reason to kill her! Kill the villain! But she does not. She must not. And while she is languidly arguing with herself, with that ceaseless tick-tocking inside her own head, and convincing herself not to be the villain-hero to kill this hero-villain, her mouth moves faster than her mind. After all, she has noticed something. Amidst the standstill. And she states it, as she states most everything, an observation, an observable truth. After all, she does not lie. ❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜ You cannot be flirting right now! Kill her! You damned wench of a machine masquerading as a human, do your duty as a hero or give up! But she is not flirting, and she is not a hero. In this moment, Ori is no more than an artist, appreciating the beauty before her, even if it might kill her. Hopefully it - she - Xayah - wouldn't.

The    wind    swept    a    scent    of    blood. 

The    raven's    feathers    fell    silently    ,    following    a    trail    of    dark    droplets    on    the    grass    .    Not    once    had    she    given    up    on    life    ,    not    when    she    was    left    behind    ,    not    when    she    died    ,    and    she    sure    as    hell    would    not    let    go    of    it    now    .    And    for    better    or    worse    ,    that    called    to    flee    from    a    dangerous    situation    with    her    tail    between    her    legs    . 

THUD    .

The    Raven's    back    hit    the    trunk    of    a    tree    rather    harshly    ,    sheepishly    sliding    down    and    allowing    herself    to    take    a    seat    to    assess    the    damage    .    It    was    bad    ,    that    much    she    could    tell    from    the    burning    pain    of    her    surface    wounds    ,    and    the    notorious    lack    of    strength    for    her    talons    to    keep    her    on    good    balance    .    She    took    a    sharp    breath    in    ,    which    stung    her    ribs    and    only    made    her    cough    some    blood    onto    her    already    dirty    uniform    .    Stupid    monsters    . 

Before    another    thought    could    form    ,    an    unfamiliar    face    appeared    before    her    .    And    not    a    single    moment    to    think    was    given    to    put    the    Vastaya    on    edge    .    A    quick    sweep    of    her    hand    plucked    some    feather    daggers    in    the    space    between    her    fingers    ,    groaning    at    the    burning    pain    that    the    sudden    movement    took    on    her    already    damaged    physique    and    holding    them    beside    her    in    a    threatening    manner    .

She    glared    for    a    few    moments    .    One    .    Two    seconds    -    A    few    more    .    The    leaves    falling    filled    the    silence    for    a    little    .    A    moment    to    inspect    the    other    ,    and    surely    for    the    other    to    do    the    same    .    And    yet⸻    of    all    the    things    that    the    stranger    could    have    said    ,    there    was    not    once    a    moment    that    she    could    have    expected    that    to    come    out    of    her    mouth    .    It    left    her    speechless    for    a    minute    ,    and    she    might    have    laughed    at    the    absurdity    of    it    if    only    she    were    not    bleeding    at    a    consistent    rate    . 

"    You    won't    think    I'm    pretty    when    your    throat    is    sliced    in    four    .    MOVE    along    .    "

Her    voice    cracked    in    the    middle    of    her    sentence    .    A    bluff    ,    and    not    a    very    good    one    at    that    .    Throwing    those    feathers    would    probably    have    one    or    two    hit    IF    at    all    .    Her    muscles    were    weak    .    She    had    barely    escaped    .    And    yet    ,    all    her    energy    went    to    clutch    those    daggers    as    much    as    she    could    . 

She    had    never    given    up    before    .    And    she    would    sure    as    hell    not    go    without    a    fight    .

[mxthbladed]

@holyfurnace said: ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately. (For Exorcist!Vaggie from Lute) Acts of Affection

While most of their training was done through rigorous physical drills and weapons testing, they did sometimes have to do other training to keep up with Heaven's compliance standards. Vaggie had hung back to talk with Lute while the others walked ahead when Lute grabbed her and pulled her down a hallway. Her back hit the wall and the next thing she knew, she felt Lute's lips on her own. Her eyes shut and her hands came up to grab Lute's hips, pulling her body close as they kissed.

"Couldn't hold back anymore, lieutenant?" she teased.

[mcltiples]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 - prompts || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [[ Mercenary Rick & Vampire Rick 🤭 ]]

In the middle of the night, Rick stalked the corridor of the house. He only left his room to grab the freshly made bottle of fermented blood from the fridge. Which turned into needing something else from downstairs and so on. It wasn't abnormal for him to be restless this late into the night. And is usual quiet steps made it easy for him to walk around the place at night without any disturbance.

However, when he heard his name called from beyond the bedroom door, he paused. Staring down at the tiled floor beneath his feet. Honing in on his sharper than human hearing ability. So that way he could listen in.

Heavy breathing. Rustling of blankets. What the fuck? This wasn't something he expected to be hearing. Maybe an angry, awoken man who wanted to tell him to stop walking around. Not someone asleep and possibly dreaming.

He needed to investigate.

Opening the door with just the smallest of creaks, he waltzed right in. He knew he shouldn't be in here. Not after their arguments and the promise he made. But, hey, the guy called out his name. What else was he supposed to do?

Standing right at the side of the bed, towering over the alternate's sleeping frame, he placed a hand on the other's shoulder and began to shake him.

"Hey, a-are you having a bad dream?" His voice was a whisper.

Realization hit his dizzied mind just then. Oh shit. He just attempted to wake up the most angry, paranoid mercenary. This wasn't going to be as smooth as he thought.

So before the other could register anything, he sunk down to his knees, bringing himself eye level to that sleeping face. "D-Don't shoot me or anything, I-I heard you say my name," Violet eyes averted. "J-Just wanted to check on you or something."

[galaxythixf]

Cont. || X || @multianime

"Oh it's Dai!" Had he really forgotten to introduce himself? Clearly he was so sidetracked with getting her to safety that he forgot basic etiquette. Dai is the name that his grandfather gave him since the only letter that was visible on the carrier he arrived in was the letter 'D'. Regardless of where he really came from, he was grateful to the monsters that raised him. Monsters that apparently didn't exist here in the known world. That was still taking some getting used to, feeling completely out of place here but meeting her has been a part of a stroke of luck, if he had to say. "Then … you could come with me? I'm not really living anywhere special either … " Honestly, all he could really afford to do is hop around until he could make something honest as a hunter. "And we can try to reach your brother to tell him where you are!" How was a little beyond him, but he seemed optimistic. "Uh and what's your name? Sorry I didn't ask before, I just wanted to make sure you were safe first."