#« 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?”

[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?"

[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. 🫶💕

[kkkindered]

continued from x | @royaletiquette |

K'in hums. Doing a quick once over as he straightens himself. He's shorter than her. Not by much but she wonders if he'd notice. It'll answer some questions if he did. What he's like. What he seeks from this.

Sure, he probably isn't the one that proposed for this engagement but he could still have expectations. It would fill in blanks on how they should act around him. Aside from the actual indifference and lack of trust.

But he seems harmless.

As harmless as a man walking around with (probably) an inflamed ego and cuff links shiny enough to match it.

They admittedly don't know much about this kingdom. Not having much time to do more than find out the names of the King, Queen and their heir before being swept away in a carriage. The kingdom seems to be losing favour with their people as well. Maybe the engagement is meant to mend that?

How? They don't know. Or maybe they'll be used to absorb their prince into their kingdom? Unlikely. This kingdom seems to traditional for that. Especially given how weak the magic here.

They have their own moment of spacing out. Running an absent hand down their corset. The journey was hardly exhausting. A snack would not hurt and they could pick for answers.

They glance at the guard and advisor; maybe a bit more privately.

“Lunch would be lovely, thank you.” They walk towards him a bit. “If you'd guide the way.”

[ghostspxder]

"Alright so I think I figured it out." Gwen said, excitedly as she swung through the open window into the apartment. SHe had made it a habit to leave the apartment windows open when she was out, it made things easier to enter instead of having to open it or use the stairs. "So I'm thinking if we travel to that one dimension that has the really nice cakes we could get one there and then not only would we have the best dessert at the gala but it also gets back my good graces with the police commissioner after, you know, his car kinda fell off a bridge while I was fighting Electro." Gwen said slipping off her mask but leaving the rest of her suit on. as she kicked her feet onto the table.

[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.

[novathawed]

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."