#« v. main verse

[jesperr-fahey]

these two guys are having an absolutely devastating romantic story with horror elements that is surely going to end in tragedy and carpenter and hayward just. burst in like a fuckin tornado, arguing about shit that no one but them can understand. this show is so good

[svnnykit]

@sevensecondstilltheend (cloud)

lucia pauses and stares at the blond, just enough confusion on his face to show that he had HEARD HIM but he hadn't quite processed it all yet. which is why he stares, with his nose scrunched up.

"okay, no, i heard you, but... what?"

[indomiinus]

@darkenedpunk061 // continued from here!

Leon was totally oblivious to Piers's nerves. He was feeling quite the opposite honestly: excited! He didn't get to hang out with Piers very often, and he'd been over the moon at the thought of spending time with him since, in his mind, they were friends. Sure, they didn't talk much, but Leon was just Like That.

If someone shares even one sentence with him, and they're best friends.

Though... Maybe he was a little nervous. What if Piers thought he wasn't cool enough and realized that Leon wasn't cool enough to hang out with him?

"Oh! Right! Haha, sorry! I forgot!" Leon replied, trying and failing to keep his own nervous excitement to himself. He fidgeting with his hands, realized what he was doing, then turned to fidgeting with his hair instead. "No, no, I'm fine with the diner. I'm just glad to be able to go and actually hang out with you for once. Feels like we only really see each other during the Gym Challenge Season."

Though... he supposed after losing that last championship match, that should change. Remembering that fact brought on a whole other set of anxieties that he really didn't want to think about.

"Oh-- Well, I guess that doesn't have to be the case now, huh?" He laughed, none of his worries visible in his face or audible in his voice.

[atomiqueen]

♔ — memes / accepting!

@radiaking said: ❛ what are you looking at? ❜

        He's not really wrong to ask; she has been staring at him across the fire for the better part of a minute. Perhaps waiting for him to notice. Perhaps not. Either way, her mind is in another place. Namely, the place they camped almost two weeks back, with the broken down wall he shoved her up against. The place where they did what they just...haven't talked about since, for whatever reason.

        “I'm thinking we should have sex again,” she states, in matter-of-fact. Head cants to the side, eyes scanning his face for some reaction in the flickering firelight. “What do you think?”

[dnangelic]

PUBLIC / PRIVATE INFO.

PUBLIC. info available to everyone.

dark is an infamous criminal phantom thief, although his 'true identity' remains a mystery. azumano, as his main operative center, loves and loathes him the most, and his influence completely dominates the entire province like it's his own little miniature country: a single word of his appearance or the announcement of a calling card warning can send huge, hundreds-of-persons stampedes in any direction.

likewise, there's always someone reporting on him, and his heists are typically broadcast on live television or radio. he's just as well known for giving out lots of fan-service too, and doesn't mind indulging photograph or autograph requests, though he always refuses interviews. it's no secret that he loves to show his face and play with all the flattery and frustration that comes with it from fans to law-enforcement alike, but he never gives away anything too personal - the vast, vast majority only know his appearance as a roughly 17 year old, his overwhelming fame, and his name.

the wings (or any other part of dark's appearance, like his freaky slit eyes/retractable talons/lack of fingerprint/regular body temp) aren't a secret, but they are also considered a deep mystery. nobody knows how they work, but canonically, 'nobody in azumano denies that people can fly' either. off-heist spottings do happen: there are many times when dark's flying over that ordinary people will witness the heavy shadow of enormous wings, and dark often swiftly becomes part of its seven mysteries at any school daisuke attends. dark's feathers are also often left behind in various locations and can be treated as a collector's item.

dark mainly targets hikari artworks, but he can and has targeted others, ranging from priceless rarities to no-name, entirely unguarded others. he seemingly has little particular standard or qualification for his artistic targets and personally says that it doesn't matter what he takes, so long as everything that he wants becomes his - this is, in fact, half true.

dark also sometimes just ... doesn't show up. or he shows up late compared to his arrival time. (this is due to daisuke having his own life and not devoting it utterly to being a phantom thief. seriously. he ditched once to go on a date with a girl instead of steal.) dark will also abandon a heist if poor weather happens to hit - he doesn't like to steal in conditions such as rain or snow.

on daisuke's side of things, he's generally considered an ordinary, if not somewhat boring person (at best) or a clumsy, spacey loser (at worst) within his school. other students know him as someone who's almost drowned in swim class, who's fallen off a cliff during a class hike, who gets lost, zones out and wanders off and ends up separated from groups easily, who has semi-poor grades... etc. the general consensus is that while he's nice, he's also a bit of a weirdo who gets caught up in trouble every once in a while.

his current 'friends' include saehara and sekimoto. saehara is an agressive wannabe-reporter whose only ambition is to reveal dark's true identity, and his father is an azumano inspector also tasked with capturing dark. satoshi hiwatari, who's currently head of the azumano police department (as well as the current last of the hikari) abides by a daylight truce around daisuke, and daisuke does consider him a friend. apart from hiwatari who is entirely aware of dark's identity and the niwa and hikari family's history, nobody suspects daisuke of being dark--- not even in the slightest, given how 'different' they are, and thus likewise how impossible it seems.

daisuke's involved with his school's art club. there are times he can't make it and has to leave early if he's scheduled for a heist, but he does enjoy his time at club and often spends what he can working on personal projects until late in the afternoon. many of the other members note that he always works hard and tries to demonstrate kindness by offering to clean things up or staying behind a little whenever he can, but his own connection and appreciation of the arts is fairly well-known and undeniable.

SEMIPUBLIC. info available to some general groups.

the niwa family firmly established themselves as an ancestral family of master thieves (in other words, as a 'proper' family business devoutly training its children in thievery) around 500 years ago. dark's existence goes beyond that, starting from 2000 years ago. within the 'present,' dark has only just recently returned after a 40 year period absence.

dark has never been caught and jailed by ordinary human means in any sort of way that he hadn't initially planned for. if he's ever in a prison, it's because he wants to be there, and he is most definitely leaving with something in his hands that didn't initially belong to him.

there are hikari disciple-descendants within the world who are aware of the hikari artwork's magic. one of these includes funabashi, a student who goes to daisuke's school. the niwa family occasionally collaborates with these individuals for one reason or another, or also sometimes loosely employs bodyguards to watch over dark/daisuke. <- this is also available to ordinary, other criminal families who are willing to take a job babysitting daisuke, more or less.

likewise, the niwa family does handle a variety of cursed objects. they'll buy, retrieve (steal) and store enchanted items whether benign, beneficial or dangerous within the mansion's endless basement. this includes anything from small rings to swords to magnificent statues. curses that can be lifted will be, while ones that are too dangerous are simply sealed or put to sleep - this is where daisuke's status as a 'tamer' (or, literally translated, wing-lord,) of the arts comes from.

the family doesn't usually sell artworks on the blackmarket, but if they do, there's a very strict window qualifications. the niwa family won't let anything magical or overly powerful fall into anybody's hands; artworks sold are generally nothing more than ordinary, albeit still beautiful artworks fenced.

the family is still mind-blowingly wealthy!! daisuke lives in massive, multi-story mansion, though he always just refers to it as his 'home.' it's hard to miss the house itself, though it does have a reputation as being 'impenetrable-' visitors have to ring a bell and announce themselves to even get past the outside gate, (and this is because it's insanely, fatally layered with traps from top to bottom by daisuke's mother who has to disable them.) the family has a butler, it has a maid - who are also artworks, but still.

wiz, dark's familiar and daisuke's pet, transforms with him. the two are indispensable for each other during heists as MANY of dark's tricks rely on wiz and duplicity - thanks to wiz being able to transform not only into dark's wings but also people, including dark himself, he commonly appears in two places at once, making him all that much more difficult to catch. wiz is also considered a mystery - nobody has connected that the small white rabbit often riding on daisuke's shoulder is also the enormous black-winged dog-like thing that sometimes shows up during dark's heists.

PRIVATE. info that should only be known by very, very few.

daisuke's transformations into dark are, of course, amongst his most deepest secrets. despite its uncontrollable tendency just about only his family knows about dark and the way the family curse/genes work - that he transforms whenever his heart starts to pound.

dark himself not even being human is something he guards and treats somewhat as a secret - he was created and manifested within the niwa bloodline as this gene mutation due to a magical accident between an ancient niwa and an ancient hikari. the cultural revolution, a catastrophic event in which mass artworks were burnt and destroyed, was the result of his birth, and the beginning of dark's 'betrayal' against the hikari, his technically-creators, and his choice to steal.

this forges a metaphorical chain that binds dark to the artworks and his self-imposed duty/existence as a phantom thief. in tandem with his selfishness is an immense guilt that motivates him to steal away whatever artworks he can before the hikari, or merely time and neglect, destroy everything - he's usually seeking to preserve what's left.

dark does not have any sort of power or talent to fix (or create!) the artworks, (merely, at best, sustain them for just a little longer,) and he laments this. when a magical artwork breaks, without the power of a hikari, it's as good as dead.

generally speaking, and apart from wiz, dark and daisuke are usually expected to carry out their heists alone, but anyone in the family, most typically his mother, decides upon targets and sets out the warning cards. everyone in the family assists in whatever ways they can during a preparation phase- this means gathering building blueprints, radio information, general background knowledge or hearsay, etc.

daisuke's father is a researcher who specializes in magical artifacts and cursed objects, daisuke's grandfather was also dark, and daisuke's mother is all-around the most enthusiastic person in the family who's trained daisuke since birth, and also preps and readies dark's costumes for him. generally speaking, daisuke still gets the most difficult part(s) of actually committing the heist, and is thus usually left to plan things on his own with dark.

daisuke's genes have mutated. he's unique compared to the rest of the niwa because of this, being the closest to completely merge and 'become one' with dark. getting shot during the process halted their total unification, but they've still become intertwined in a way that 'dark is visible within daisuke' and 'daisuke is visible within dark.' empath muses or people with sixth spiritual senses/magical truth-seeing eyes do your thing here.

daisuke is extremely physically capable. it isn't just dark who can do incredible acrobatic movements or has bewildering reflexes or a catlike quiet when he walks. daisuke typically hides or dulls his movements down when in public, but apart from appearances, there's genuinely no difference in capability between himself and dark. this also applies to things like skill in hacking, lock-picking, wilderness survival, etc.

dark himself is capable of all sorts of magic. memory manipulation, elemental control, invisible force, etc, just about anything you can think of --- dark cannot, however, typically abuse these abilities as the magic takes a very powerful toll on daisuke's body. small tricks like putting someone to sleep or a small flame, enough to light a candle is no problem, but a full-scale wizard battle will leave him / daisuke unconscious for days if he doesn't have some kind of magical regulatory handicap equipment.

dark and daisuke being able to cross worlds through works of art is also generally kept a secret. as long as daisuke's capable of perfectly recreating a particular scenery from azumano, like his home or his room, he can always return home, or vice versa for other locations - but he does have to be careful as he can only move through these 'passageways' with dark's power, and likewise in dark's form.

daisuke will not let dark kill. dark himself alone can get very close to inhumanly murderous points, but as long as he's merged with daisuke, taking a life of any sort is generally off the table. more than a few serious attempts have been made on dark and daisuke's life, however - and they've got the scars to show for it, though these are generally covered up.

dark generally thinks eating is a pain and a chore and not his to deal with - it's daisuke's body, after all. if he has to consume something for calories for daisuke's sake, it's probably going to be a drink, or something like a smoothie or a milkshake, if he's not hand-fed by somebody. he and daisuke both have a sweet-tooth lean and are bad with overly spicy foods - 'why is this a secret?' because daisuke doesn't want people to know you can easily lure and tempt him around with fruit and candy.

[countlessrealities]

@angelichooves sent: "You make everyone look at you as if you've got it ALL together, but you ain't got shit together. You're gonna break, and you fucking know it." Vox to Alastor

Alastor will never admit it out loud because he refuses to give Vox the satisfaction, but all this can quickly get beyond irritating.

He might refuse to acknowledge and engage with modern technology, but that doesn't stop it from being everywhere. A fact that he wouldn't pay any attention to, if it wasn't that it also means that he can't take a walk in peace and quiet without that noisy picture box stalking him from every available screen and camera.

As unpleasant as his "sabbatical" has been, being watched all the time is something he hasn't missed...and not just for the most obvious reasons. However, that's not something he allows his mind to linger on.

"Are you sure you're not projecting, old pal?" The Radio Demon comments, turning to look at one of the screens that are watching him from behind the shop window. "Because, from where I'm standing? You are the one who can't hold it all together. Not on your own, at least. You've always needed someone else to hold your hand. Metaphorically speaking."

Also kind of literally, but he wasn't going to mention that.

"As for me? I'm doing quite well. In case you didn't hear about it, my little project stopped the one thing that has been plaguing Hell for centuries now." He leans a little forward, inching closer to the glass that separates him from the screen. "That's the opposite of breaking, wouldn't you agree?"

[idolbound]

As per Meredith's modern verse timeline, I've decided that, upon finding out the Stannard family killer was released after serving 30 years on 'good' behaviour, that eventually, Meredith ends up using the resources available to her as Kirkwall Penitentiary's Warden to track him down and murder him.

It is in fact, pre-meditated. Her plan involves tendering her resignation three days prior, then finding him at a bar and enticing him to come home with her under false pretenses. However, it ends up going a lot messier than she'd planned - both out of a revenge-filled rage and being high on a lot of cocaine - and in her panic, ends up ditching the weighted body in the river, and driving straight to the airport and leaving the U.K.

She ends up arriving at her wife, Amelia's ( @sanctamater ), stateside home in New York as they share dual US-UK citizenships, and out of precaution, they invest in a powerful lawyer to fight the eventual case. It ends up getting thrown out as there isn't enough evidence to convict (plus a firm fake alibi, thanks Amelia!).

[prisonicmorality]

continued from here // @skullkxd

There had to be some kind of a disconnect happening here, Volo thought.

Because obviously they could not be talking about the same Emmet, since the Emmet he knew would probably be the worst parental figure-- well. Maybe not the worst, Volo's own probably took that award.

Either way, Ree was once more confusing him.

"... Kid, why did you want Emmet as a dad? Genuinely curious here about his redeeming qualities that scream 'dad material.' Glad you got better though? I guess?" He asked, almost genuinely concerned for them. Of course, Volo and Emmet got along like water and oil, so it was probably his own fault that they didn't get along all that well. "And which b-word?"

[tendoujo]

She's going to give @2isms a really loooong stare. Won't say anything at all, just stare. Good luck figuring out what she wants.

[gothamsaved]

Hello hello — this is a gentle reminder that I will always do my best to write with others who have given me the chance to interact with them, but ultimately I do need it to be known that my partner, @saintfromkrypton, will always be prioritized first and foremost. I made Bruce to write with their Clark and wouldn’t have him if they didn’t give me the encouraging push to try building up this portrayal of Bruce alongside them.

I am very excited to start things up with folks, but I also have been slow because of irl factors as of late. I am grateful for the patience shown in me being slow to interact. I have tried my best when I come across Askmemes from mutuals on dash. I will be slow for a while still till I can find a comfortable groove however. This is just a reminder I’m not purposefully ignoring anyone.

I do really want to build up deep dynamics with people but I need it to be known I am a slow writing partner, but I promise if you choose to develop with me and are willing to be patient, it will be worth it. 🫶💕

[samuhelll]

@sharpsuite asked: ❛  this day feels like it’s never gonna end.  ❜ 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰 (accepting)

Sam sits deep enough so that the back of his chair slants. The hour encroaches slowly towards night, and though the blinds are drawn, he can well imagine that the sun has started to slither down past the concrete city and behind the dead, empty streets. 

This man with his long, bleached hair and too-cool-for-school look— Sam actually wishes, really, that the power worked. He’d charge his phone. He’d catch something on TCM. Turn on the radio. 

“You should’ve seen it back when. You guys- sure, you have your computers and your smartphones—power to you—but the golden days? I’m talking wallball, 25-cent comics, and this little thing I like to call” —he holds up his hands. He waits for it— “soul-searching.” 

Clever. Sam keeps his elbows on the desk. A battery-powered clock still ticks, counting down the seconds. All of this to say—

“Two words.” Sam smiles. “Carpe diem.”

Life is what you make it and seize the day. Or as much as a death-trap city will let you.

[endeavvor]

❛  sometimes people just deserve to be stabbed. ❜

🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃

Jim's response is a breathy laugh. He is doubled over slightly, hand pressed to his abdomen, low, just over the jutting of one hip bone. Blood is running through the tips of his fingers where he's failing to stem the bleeding as he's broken rule number one of any penetrative object: do not remove it.

McCoy can, and will, yell at him later.

"I didn't mean me." He breathes out heavily, nostrils flaring, and he forces himself upright. "Though your commentary is absolutely fascinating on the subject, thank you."

[clippedwingsmuses]

🇨‌🇱‌🇴‌🇸‌🇪‌🇩‌ 🇸‌🇹‌🇦‌🇷‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌ - @mixed-up-multiverse 🇲‌🇦‌🇮‌🇳‌ 🇻‌🇪‌🇷‌🇸‌🇪‌ 🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌🇲‌🇪‌: 🇫‌🇮‌🇷‌🇸‌🇹‌ 🇲‌🇪‌🇪‌🇹‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌

just like many other days in this boring world, a little dragon flutters about. it fades in and out of existence through the shadows as it scours the land in search of entertainment. anything that will prevent them from slipping into their thoughts, really. the dragon had an awful habit of daydreaming, and oftentimes that distracted them from the important tasks they were supposed to be doing.

their eyes glaze over the land, a smile stretched thin across their lips despite the spirit-crushing boredom plaguing them. their shadowed appearance gives off the deceiving sight of a murder of crows flying overhead to whomever wanders the world of Earthbread below them.

however as they glide down to the ground, their curiosity is piqued by a unique creature meandering about the grassy terrain. a creature that seems to have no regard for the direction it wanders, if it can even manage to do so. the dragon recalls this pattern of 'walking' as it had itself done similarly in centuries past, moments after it hatched from its egg.

this is one of the rare times that the dragon allows itself to be distracted. it only wishes to satiate its burning curiosity before it moves on to more interesting subjects.

the dragon descends, and lands admist a particularly tall patch of grass in the nearby area. the shadows engulf its body, and the white noise of twinkling follows its footsteps as it approaches the grass edges. its wings fade away as its body shrinks, and its limbs morph from pink scales into a brilliant orange dough as its hands part the grass ahead.

a nervous look crosses its features as it approaches the unique creature ahead of it, to study what it is more properly.

" hey hey, what are you doing out here? " mangosteen cookie speaks out as they take slow steps towards the young creature. " you're awfully far from home aren't you little one? are you lost? "

[handsomethrowrug]

AU Verse: A Better Life

One thing I say a lot is that I personally think staying in the Pride Lands his whole life was ultimately really bad for Scar. The main form of redemption that I know of is for him to spend time away from that, and then return with a broader sense of the world and his place in it.

So I designed that.

It started when he was an older cub on the cusp of becoming a teenager. The bitterness was setting in, and he had taken to long walks to try and keep the simmering frustrations at bay. One fateful day, he was so caught up in his thoughts that he wasn't paying full attention to where his paws were landing. One misstep had the stones come loose. His balance teetered to the side, and he tumbled down a steep slope. Something pulled in his lower back, and he couldn't move his rear legs. He was stuck, helpless.

Luckily, instead of vultures or other hungry opportunists, Tacari was found by a group of kind souls who brought him with them to help him recover.

Several months were spent outside of the Pride Lands, where Tacari was merely a stranger rather than a shadow. The living arrangements were temporary, as the plan was to help him return home once he was able to walk properly again. But in that time, Tacari's perspective of the world expanded.

For the first time, he saw that it was okay not to have a set purpose in life. Sometimes life was simply what you made of it, not what someone decreed it to be for you. Others would like you for being who you are, rather than who they want you to be. Not only that, it was okay if you didn't live up to another's expectations. It didn't make you "lesser". Simple lessons for many, but it was a strange topic for someone who had been decreed the "spare".

The season came and went, and Tacari's strength returned. He was able to return home and... To his surprise, his family were thrilled to see him. That had never happened before. It somehow proved that he was indeed cared about, even if he wasn't the first born.

As time passed, he began to realise that there was a possibility that he never wanted the throne at all. He only wanted others to see him and notice him. He could "prove his worth" in other ways. He was certainly capable of it.

Tacari was the one who spearheaded the campaign to allow the hyenas to return to the Pride Lands, citing that their punishment was too severe for an innocent generation. He would still take to his quiet days away from Pride Rock, but it was more to simply appreciate the land. Though he was anti-social, he did try and partake in various events. He wasn't pushing animals away, and was instead trying to be amicable.

Then, when Simba was born... He was still reluctant to be cubsitter, let's be honest here. But he was better at it, and he was willing to share stories. He was also known for straight up lying and encouraging Simba to ask his parents about utterly ridiculous topics. But there were never any plans to put the cub in harm's way.

Life is... What it probably should have been.

[bulletstarr]

Despite herself, Kinpa can't help but smile at Tsubasa's earnest response. That optimistic attitude... honestly, it reminds her of Hibaru a little.

"They saved you?" she asks, unable to hold back her curiosity. She'd said something that could be taken as quite harsh just now, but she hadn't meant it as a challenge or anything - so her response is rather casual, and she hopes that Tsubasa didn't take too much offense.

"Sounds like they're worth putting your trust in, then!" ...It's important to have people you can believe in. "Would you say you have a lot of faith in people?"

@rosecoloredmuses ( continued from here! )

[countlessrealities]

@the-perfect-scientist ~ Blitzø & Carlos for the Valentine's starter call

Valentine's Day in Hell. A place that was supposed to be all about endless punishment and bad shit in general. How ridiculous that idea was.

With a frown, Blitzo knocked down the latest drink he had ordered. He'd say that he had lost counts of how many he had had, but he hadn't been counting at all. He knew the only thing that mattered, namely that he wasn't wasted enough to put up with all the sickening horniness that surrounded him.

...Alright, maybe he also had himself to blame for that. He might have chosen the seediest bar he could find, but he was still in Lust, after all.

Grumbling under his breath, he signaled the bartender, just to steal the bottle when the other made to pour him a drink. Then, he hopped off the stool and scanned the crowd, until his gaze fell on a hellhound like demon sitting on his own in a corner. Perfect, another lone, sad motherfucker. Just the kind of company he needed to share his misery with.

"Finish your fuckin' drink, I got better than whatever you're drinkin'," he claimed, dropping in the chair in front of the other, without asking or greeting. "I'm done with those two horny fuckers screwin' on the counter. They almost spilled my drink twice."

Not to mention that they had been making him feel beyond lame."