#[ verses tbt ]

[whydowebothertostay]

((I am a cringelord and have fandom specific verses for the twins and Sandy?

I have a Teen Titans/Young Justice-ish verse where Sandy is hydrokinetic and can control large bodies of water as well as rapidly adapt to underwater environments; she basically mutates into a mermaid for a short amount of time. The twins have animal telepathy and telepathy between themselves.

I have a Star Trek verse where Sandy, after being kicked out of the Underwood, was smuggled aboard a cargo vessel and somehow ended up either in DS9 or ending up on the Enterprise. Since she has no birth certificate, no passport, and no family, the space family ends up with a new kid who has severe PTSD and is constantly trying to use the nearby technology to locate her missing "sisters".))

[crackshots-a]

ff16 - the strength of your will

prompto was born in ash, though to what sort of family he truly doesn't remember. he was born a bearer, but smuggled out of waloed before he could get his mark. he ended up in the kingdom of sidus & taken in by a couple there, where he was able to hide his identity as a bearer & grow up as a normal child.

he befriended prince noctis as a young child, deciding to share his secret with the young prince. but their friendship in sidus wasn't meant to last, for the kingdom was thrown into chaos as war reached them as part of a fight to take sidus' mothercrystal as their own. prompto, separated from his family, ends up in the empire of sanbreque, working where he can to support himself.

somewhere along the way, he meets cid, who spends time gaining his trust before offering the young prompto a place in the hideaway, where he grows up with some semblance of structure.

it's within the walls of the first hideaway where he decides he wants to become a cursebreaker, & his training & station are in the northreach/moore/oriflamme area, where, being one of the few bearers without a mark, he can walk through the towns without issue.

& it's then that he meets noctis again, now an adult & striving to repair his kingdom. prompto convinces cid to allow him to work with noctis & use his kingdom as an ally.

prompto is 24 post-timeskip & 29 post-second timeskip

( note: this verse is very intertwined with lucisking's ffxvi verse, should i be writing with another noctis in this verse or need to for some reason, prompto's story can be streamlined from ash --> sanbreque --> hideaway --> cursebreaker )

[lifesver]

it's like you never had wings

[pridewaited]

starter call. for the silliest guy ever, i need to update my verses and pages

[murderreign]

@demonwebs | Cont from here

This wasn't his first time at an event like this, but no matter how many times he attended, he would always feel out of place. Wealthy aristocrats and politics, all things he'd never cared for. No, he wasn't here for any of that.

He eyes those around him, looking for a prize to take back to the temple. His gaze finally falls on long white hair and striking red eyes. Oh this one was gorgeous, he always liked the pale haired ones, the blood always showed up so nice in contrast to white.

He was quick to approach, seeing the elf bat his pretty little lashes at him. That was all the invitation he needed.

"Oh, you were? I suppose I should feel honored. You have the prettiest eyes, you know." He lets the other take his hand, liking this ones boldness as his hand is placed on the others waist. He would take great satisfaction in having a bit of fun with this one first, and maybe he would keep his head afterwards. He had such a pretty face, he could enjoy it for a while longer and he needn't worry about rot so long as he used a little Gentle Repose.

Feeling the other elf press close, he finds himself struggling to keep his demeanor. But no, patience was required here, they were at a party and he owed him a dance first at the very least. As he looked at him more closely, he notes the blood on his lips and he fights the urge to lean forward and lick it off. No, he could wait.

"Whatever you like, my dear." He doesn't want to admit that he was enjoying the reversal of roles at the moment, that it felt like he was the one being seduced instead of what he'd come here to do.

[knightdomain]

@burninwrath sent: ' IM GOING TO CRUSH YOU IN MY PALM. '

“You won’t defeat me that easily, Monster…!”

His chest heaved heavily, the motion visible despite his armor, the blonde forced to one knee as his blade sheathed itself halfway within the ground. Hearing about this man—This creature—and everything he wanted to do or have done with this kingdom had the polished Knight stand up and do what he was destined to. Protect. He had to protect her, and the kingdom she called home; and he would do it time and time again to ensure the safety of the princess and everyone who lived under the kind reign of her family.

A sharp inhale hisses between his teeth; helmet long tossed to the side; blonde hair swaying in the wind and the golden colour nearly glittering from the suns beams. “I will not…yield! You will not get away with this!” knight’s voice raised as he grabbed the hilt of his blade and pushed himself up, ripping the weapon from the ground and pointing his blade at the Monster before him. Turquoise gaze narrowed in the presence of the beast as he stood his ground despite his injuries and dented armour; despite the fact that he knew his life could end here—He was willing to take that chance if it meant he could protect everyone one last time. This was his duty; a duty he had been born into and a duty he would continue u til his final breath.

“Fight me, Monster!” He yelled, cape whipping around behind him from the wind. “I’m not done with you yet!”

[4lexnilsen]

“why do you look like that? i told you i was going to be a sexy nun for halloween this year. it’s not my fault you didn’t believe me.” / because we had to have a thread of this actually

the smell of cinnamon might still be wafting through the air,  but alex nilsen is no longer quite so deeply immersed in this little baking project of his.   a batch of pumpkin cinnamon rolls forgotten entirely,  even if specks of flour are still dusting his apron and chin.   bright blue eyes nearly popping out of their sockets,  he finds himself gaping dumbly at his girlfriend,  unable to utter a word for a long,  long moment.   clad in a habit that’s anything but ordinary,  she’d most likely leave even the most liberal man speechless.   the outfit can only be described as a provocative play on tradition with its seductive lace accents,  black fabric so tight and short that it barely covers her backside.   “honey,  i —”   how is he supposed to take her to a party hosted by bryce when this is what she’s decided to wear?   a whisk remains frozen mid-air,  alex’s surprise is so profound that it’s a wonder he hasn’t yet dropped the mixing bowl.   well,  this is something straight out of a fever dream.   or a nightmare.   “you do realize that my family is deeply religious,  right?   and my brothers’ children will be there,  too?”

[huntershowl]

@chaoslulled said:

is that  …  blood ? *gojo

IT IS BLOOD. A LOT OF BLOOD. though it blends near-seamlessly into persephone's clothing under the pitch-dark sky, the dark splatters on her face — and the iron tang in the air — are unmistakable.

shit. bad luck. normally, hellhound's blind rage only cools down once everyone in the vicinity is dead. they're careful to plan their kills so that minimal, if any, bystanders are caught in the crossfire and mauled, but occasionally someone is quiet enough that she doesn't notice them. either someone escaped her and called that stupid school, or ...

... well. it wouldn't be a stretch to say he found them on his own. hellhound isn't exactly stealthy — the barely-human screams of rage, the ripping and tearing. most simply lock their doors and windows when they hear it beginning.

most.

dark eyes lock on the spindly form in front of her; hellhound bares her teeth, takes a step back. even now, after expelling so much of it during her attack, cursed energy leaks from her body through the ends of her hair. if he were anyone else, they would simply push themself farther than usual and kill him on the spot. ( but he is not anyone else. ) time is ticking — they need to get out of here before the adrenaline crash hits.

❝ walk away, ❞ she calls out, voice a low snarl.

[gravesung]

chef/cafe au thoughts.

suguru caught a lucky break right out of culinary school and his career skyrocketed — maybe he owned an upscale restaurant. became known at first for his superhuman palette, then for a specific menu he did based on human vices that was meant to make the experience feel like eating the crimes of humanity (but in a delicious way) (you KNOW there was some kind of fucked up ortolan shit involved). kind of cutting edge and out-there, which is how it became so well-known so fast

but he tried to take on too much. crashed and burned, ended up at rock bottom and the restaurant closed. he sold the space and moved away with his daughters and never looked back. got chewed up and spit out real hard.

and like.... initially, he had this idea, right. his first ever idea for a restaurant was a laid back cafe (OBVIOUSLY called blue spring, who do you think i am) with a constantly rotating seasonal menu. but it got shot down by his mentors and colleagues because it wasn't haute cuisine enough, he couldn't get investment or funding for it. shelved it for the [unnamed for now] upscale place

but switching careers would mean wasting the last ten years, so he says fuck it. FUCK IT. he'll do it — on his own this time, with full creative control. the girls are teens now so they help him out with the designs and crafting the menu. it's cozy, but the food slaps and there's a new menu every month with some evergreen dishes he always has on there

the business is slow to start, but he's happy with that — he doesn't publicly link it to his name, tries to stay out of the press. just tryna live slow and spend time with his girls that he wasn't able to before!!!

postscript:

there is a gojo-shaped blank space in this verse because i have not figured out what to do with him yet — at least in verses where he's a past figure in geto's life. can vary by partner/thread, probably.

potential conflicts: wuh oh, the press find out / kenjaku as his old mentor who pushed him way too hard / the substance use issues he thought he had under control rear their heads again / pspsps bring in your muse's antags / general slice of life/ship conflicts

[murdermade]

Like this if you'd like a starter or meme from tadpole'd Orin. Basically, she and durge switches spots and she's the one without her memories. she's still bat shit insane (think harley quinn type) and murders enemies brutally but at least she's not actively trying to kill the party/everyone she comes across since she's no longer trying to prove herself to bhaal.

[lifesver]

NO ONE SAVED YOU.

(aka the worst most fucked up au for leland and maria we've written)

[heireign]

also I’m thinking lotr rhaenyra is a descendant of fingolfin, finwë’s eldest son, and most specifically his second son, turgon, who’s second child and first son with his wife elenwē sired her father.

[murderreign]

that hurt my feelings. now we're both in the wrong.

"Are your feelings really as fragile as you are?" Serkan takes hold of his chin with a very intentional gentleness, as though Vhaal really were like glass to him right now. Of course, it was all in jest. He knew Vhaal could have a dagger across his throat before he could blink, if he so wished it. He didn't truly underestimate him in the slightest.

In fact, he'd very much approve, if Vhaal wished to give him a little demonstration.

"I expected more from you... my little spider." He digs his nails into his face, just enough to bring beads of blood up to the surface.

[manslaught]

it's almost embarrassing, the amount of thought and effort she's put into one person in the last twenty-four hours, because she's never even come close to doing anything similar for anyone else. but despite staying out late, she'd woken up early, although that was fairly easy when, finally, she was too excited about something to want to stay in bed. she left early enough to pick up food for the both of them, although she knows there's always the chance that the effort might have been wasted, because she didn't tell tai the night before that she planned on picking anything up, so she couldn't warn her not to have breakfast before— but she can't find it in herself to care, especially as she watches @ladyintree approach her truck, unable to stop herself from smiling.

“ nice jacket, ” she comments the moment tai opens the door, because she finds it amusing that they chose to wear the same thing, although it's not like it's the first time. mikayla forces herself to look away from her, reminding herself that they're in daylight now, so she can't let herself admire her until they're somewhere further away, looking down at the bag of food instead. “ i, um, don't know if you ate, but— i got you breakfast. ” her grin starts to widen, voice dropping lower. “ even though i already fed you yesterday. ”

[cartelheir]

they're opposites in so many ways, but this is the most confused she's ever been around him. in her home, there's not really a choice on whether you want to be a part of holiday festivities ━━ you go, whether you like it or not. this year, it's going to take place at her house, so it's not like pat could escape it even if she wanted to. she sort of does; it's the first christmas without her dad, first one at the new house that's not nearly as big and nice as the one they used to live. it's hard to picture it. even her family that's coming from mexico seems to only be doing it out of pity.

" it's what you do every day, chishiya! " she feels like every single time she looks at him, regardless of when, he's got his nose buried in a book. she'd assumed maybe he'd act different at home, in a place where he feels more comfortable, but apparently not.

" it's a bad plan, mr. i-hate-having-fun. " pat rolls her eyes, not afraid of saying whatever's on her mind around him. she enjoys the rare times she gets a stronger reaction from him, even if it's of annoyance. " what else, do you spend your birthday doing homework and excel spreadsheets? "

@sharpsuite / continued 'cause i had to.

[gravesung]

i feel like chef geto's dishes during his heyday looked a lot like the ones they serve at la cime's omakase. the sin-eater theming probably made them more dark and grotesque but it's the same vibe