#✦ — • verses • modern: friends •

[letters-to-rosie]

fanfiction on ao3

Powder and Ekko have been orbiting around each other for years. When their courses shift and they collide, Ekko makes a deal: revolutionary vision for information on Silco’s operations. Powder may be no politician, but she has her mind, some unlikely friends, and a score to settle. If only it weren’t complicated by her falling in love—and into bed—with her former worst nightmare.

real review left by @xsuicunex2 haha thanks to them for letting me use their words! 🤍

[song-linked-from-nine-verses]

Fret Not (snippet from an upcoming post)

"There's nothing to worry about. Fret not!" Time says as he hands him a bass. "That's a F03-037-4531-500, my favourite."

"I can't believe you remember its serial number-" Wind said. "Wait, why does it look weird?"

Time is already cackling. A very booming laugh, versus a very confused Wind. 

Legend sighs. "That's a fretless bass."

Time starts laughing even louder. "Get it? Fret not! I have been waiting to say that since forever!"

[alexanderhamiltonhasafatass]

Okay well Alexander jr is smoking weed with Eliza Jumel

[estarion]

what's a sane amount of ex-wives to have by age 39

auditions are closed, @wellfell said he's not allowed to have any, also tied the red string of fate around his dick, no sex 'til marriage, losing it to each other on their wedding night for sure 😌💦💦

[esoterichermetic]

(paula)

It’s been twelve years since I’ve set foot on this sacred ground The best days of my life were spent here Amounting, in total, to just about a year I walk up from the road, see you smoking a cigarette There in your truck, not a day has passed.

“Our son is in the box” shatters my halcyon The lid is the color of your eyes. “Do you wanna see him?” You tell me that you’ve got plans And our boy will be remembered I don’t want to see, I think it will break me But I’m so proud of you He got his eyes from you And his adoration of you from me

Cool Novembers in your treehouse, our hideaway Almost like That 70s Show Directed by Wes Anderson Written by Quentin Tarantino A little space heater in the corner Multi-colored throw rug on the floor Gods of chaos and creation reside here

I don’t remember the first time I made love But I remember holding you there on that rug Looking into your eyes And I’ve been lost since vessel adrift in a sea of cerulean Any illusion of grandiosity I had crumbled to ash “The neighbors complained, we had to tear it down” Repurposed lumber has the potential to create Or rot next to the pool

You invited me to swim one august “Which bikini looks better? Black or red?” I said black, you picked red Red looked better Water almost as soft as your touch, slowly rolling against my chest Pulse pounding in my eardrums While you kiss me Your hand on the back of my neck And in my shorts Mine on your cheek and hips

This is heaven

I found myself damned when once again Streams of reality came through The plastic sheeting pretending To be a sliding glass door “The house settled and the glass just broke one night. No one knew it was under that much stress” One must be aware by now Long term settling often leads to some kind of break

But metaphor was never my fortè So to drive the point home I broke my ring finger just before leaving.

Does life imitate art?

[thiefofcrows]

Plotted starter for @lostxtosunlight

       It had been two months since Yuki had officially taken the crow and cup tattoo and joined the Dregs. Raito hadn’t tried to bother them again — Kaz assumed he was too busy with doctor prescribed physical therapy. The thought shouldn't have given him so much satisfaction. Yuki, on the other hand, had spent his time training diligently and taking on jobs here and there as he grew more confident in his skills. They’d begun of course with hand-to-hand combat training and it was clear he already had some skill to begin with. As Yuki grew physically stronger, fighting him became more of a challenge.

       Once Kaz felt satisfied with that progress, he'd introduced knives into the equation — which, much to his delight, Yuki already had significant practice in that area as well. They'd been working on various strategies. Kaz gave Yuki insight into hiding at least two knives in his clothes at all times — which, given the keen way in which Yuki paid attention and, eventually, mastered it, it reminded him of when they were children. Kaz excidedly showing Yuki a new magic trick he'd been practicing, Yuki attempting it himself, Kaz simply delighted to have someone who did more than just feel an obligation to indulge him.

       The art of throwing knives effectively had been next and that took some time — it wasn't an easy skill to learn by any means, but just like with everything else so far, Yuki could eventually hit his target effectively with every throw. The more his skills developed, the more confident in himself he became ... and whatever tender things Kaz felt for Yuki before seemed to grow louder, more insistent. They became more of a heated smouldering thing that was difficult for Kaz to discern the meaning of — but with every stirring, he simply shut it down, burying it deeper.

       Unfortunately for Kaz, it didn't matter; those feelings somehow seemed to rise to the surface again and again. While he always ignored it when he saw it, Yuki's dark eyes often contained something a little heated and inquisitive — as if Kaz were a fascinating puzzle to solve. He wanted it to stop and he wanted Yuki to keep digging deeper simultaneously. It filled him with a sense of dread, terror and desire.

       Now, they were half way through training, having graduated to using Yuki's skill with knives along with hand-to-hand combat. He was slower today, seeming drained — and all Kaz had the mind to do was push him. At one point he swiped one of the training knives from Yuki's hand and dragged him close by the shirt with the other. He slid the training knife along his waist, giving an approximation of stabbing Yuki through the gut.

       ❝In a fight, the enemy will use any excuse, any opening to gain the upper hand. You don't have the luxury of taking it easy because you're not feeling your best. You have to ignore it, grit your teeth and push through. It's either that or you die.❞ Kaz let go of Yuki's shirt, his fist briefly pressing into the others chest just enough to nudge him back as he did so. ❝ Again. Try not to get fatally stabbed this time.❞

[thuganomxcs]

The people in the west were a 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃, this was something Yusuke had come to understand after living here for a week now in order to run his businesses internationally. BUT THIS WOMAN?! She was in a league of her own, for one it seems that she was quite the fan of cosplaying as she even wore a rather ‘princess-esque dress’ in the middle of the day. Then again through the bustling streets of New York it was the dressed that made it easier to find her.

Seeing her on the road like that reminded him of a certain 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 that he’s already experience over seven years in the past. Least now he’s gained the speed to pick her up and rush her out of active traffic..but it was still quite a close call that one can call it a ‘near death experience’. Though as he said before it was nothing but a vibe-check as far as he’s concerned so there was no need to drag it out any further. ━━   ❝   𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭..𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥.   ❞  It appears that even after all those years Yusuke still wasn’t the best at accepting compliments so boldly, though he might have something to say about being a ‘knight’ of all things. 

But he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly when she heard her refer to the people as ‘trolls’. NOW that must have been a prim and proper way of just saying people were 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒 and he was down with that. “I gues you can say tons of ‘em are trolls..either way Name’s Yusuke..where exactly were ya headed before ya know…jumping into the streets hopin’ t’ see God before yer time?”

▶ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 / @belovedblossoms

[auguststormstories]

Meaninglessness! Meaningless!

Screamed the Teacher at their students,

The world does not listen to you!

Why should it?

Everything you say is wrong

Everything you say is worthless

Everything you say is ugly

What friends? What hope?

Learn to be hurt and no one can hurt you

Learn to be sad and no one can sadden you

Learn to be nothing and no one can a thing to you

Meanwhile…

Your best friend ignores you

Your spouse turns you away

Your god demands gifts

And you still have to work tomorrow to qualify for the privilege of giving your money away

That is the lesson today folks

Try not to laugh

I’m serious

I’m not crying, you are

August 28, 2024

[profoundbondfanfic]

Curse of the Boyfriend Sweater

Curse of the Boyfriend Sweater by Spn_kink_sock Rating: Explicit Word count: 182k

This is the knit store AU that no one asked for but I wrote anyway, where Dean, Sam and Mary sell yarn and teach knitting and crochet. Dean’s also a firefighter, because who doesn’t love a man in uniform? Sam walks dogs. But just what is Mary doing at Surekill exterminators? There’s Destiel and Saileen romance. Hijinks and happy times, with just enough angst and drama to keep the story going. A happy ending guaranteed. Selling yarn, knitting things. The family business.

A fabulous Modern AU that’s also canon divergent that’s also a fic-reader’s wet dream.  

Dean is soft and sweet and a hero and brave and always puts other people first, and he’s everything we know he could be if he’d been given a chance.  And who couldn’t fall in love with that?  Certainly not Castiel.  A human yoga instructor, gay Castiel who happens to also be engaged to a less-than-awesome Mick Davies.

This story is long and has all the wonderful trappings of a long fic, detailed explanations, and intricately woven moments that explore characters and relationships.  I learned more about knitting and crocheting than expected, but even that was woven (see what I did there) into the plot beautifully.

It’s rare for a story to have such rich sub-plots without giving them their own chapters and pulling away from the main story.  Each thread (look, I did it again) is added and built upon, creating a whole town of people and lives that feel so real, you can imagine going to stitch and bitch with Cas at Dean’s shop or grabbing a beer with Benny after his shift, or calling Bobby about that damn raccoon in getting in the trash again.

The surprise comes in the shape of an unexpected family member and a fixer-upper’s pantry.  Suddenly we’re thrust back into the world of hunting and the Cambell family legacy, but maybe this time, things will go a little differently for our hero.  Maybe this time, free will is actually an option.

[tvrningout]

may i impulsively offer a sweet kaiya for your inboxes in this trying time?

[song-linked-from-nine-verses]

The Earphones

/snippet for a different thing because i cant focus lol

"Sweet fucking Nayru, just get new earphones at that point–" Warriors says, once he sees the monstrosity that Wild pulled out from his backpack. It's an old peanut butter jar, with the label scratched off, and inside there's an old, battered pair of earphones. The poor thing has definitely seen better days, but right now, its wires are exposed, and the only reason it's holding itself together is a combination of white duct tape and band-aids. The thing smells of whatever the 2010s smells, combined with a little bit of moss.

He regrets telling Wild to just 'plug your headphones into my phone'. Should have uploaded that song to drive or something.

Wild, as usual, does not seem to care. "Look, the sound is really crisp with these, plus, it's from a brand that got discontinued last year."

"Wild, respectfully, what the fuck." Legend says once he takes his eyes from his bass. "Though, knowing Hyrule, I have seen worse."

[recitedemise]

Sliske's really ought to check if he's a tracking device on him. There's no other reason, surely, for how Gale is suddenly clamoring his way, his bright eyes beaming and outright twinkling, and his cheeks, wind-bitten, all winter-nipped. He enters the book store, a chintzy hovel more a bookworm's secret. In the corner, a humble station serves peculating coffee, and quieter than anything, a vinyl sings. "Spending an evening with Robert Smith without me? I don't know whether to be offended or delighted in your continual show of exceptional taste." Gale grins. Wind-swept, he looks just a little bit like an over-eager puppy, one with a leather suitcase, a thousand papers, and a late-lecture-glaze. "Ah. I didn't mean to startle you. Admittedly, I meant only to swipe a new read after the day I had when I'd suddenly happened upon you--and not a moment too soon if your song choice is any indication. It really is quite palpable, this one. On my darker days, I'd played it like a litany. May I join you?" / @abysswarden.

[auburniivenus]

「寿司食べに行こうよ！俺様俺様俺様～haha！」 ( modern boy hitting her up on insta liiike? yes. he's kept studying japanese in his excruciatingly limited downtime. )

She   marches   from   the   gray   lecture   hall,   where   pharmacology's   facts   and   figures,   ring   sternly   in   the   nimbus,   into   the   full-bodied   chorus   of   her   companions'   laughter.   It’s   as   if   she   transitions   from   one   vurld   to   another—from   the   solitary   confinement   of   academia   into   the   communal   beats   of   human   hearts.   She's   caught   in   the   very   fabric   of   comradeship,   threads   interconnected   with   aspirations,   dreams,   and   the   subtle   yet   charming   ambush   of   unexpected   communication.   Amidst   this   flow   of   camaraderie,   a   vibration—a   ghost   note   unused   on   the   strings   of   conversation—calls   to   her.   The   device   that   binds   her   to   unseen   others   lights   up   with   the   gentle   insistence   of   amity,   unfolding   its   petals   across   digital   miles.   An   Instagram   message   that   curls   her   lips   upward   in   a   secret   smile;   a   missive   that   whispers   through   bytes   and   pixels;   a   herald   bearing   words   simple   yet   fundamental.

There’s   a   perplexing   offering   laid   out   before   Inoue,   words   penned   in   her   mother   tongue   that   perform   before   her   with   unforeseen   grace—how   this   message   charms!   Her   fingertips   respond,   not   in   desperate   haste   but   as   if   under   a   charm,   casting   their   own   charisma   across   this   gigantic   web   connecting   soul   to   soul.   With   expert   crafting,   she   embroiders   her   reply   into   the   electronic.   Yet   as   momentary   as   it   is   fierce,   the   exchange   vanishes   into   the   sanctuary   of   her   purse—a   treasure   chest   that   guards   against   intruding   eyes.   Her   peers   encompass   her   with   inquisitive   glances.   They   sense   a   concealed   truth   within   their   grasp,   but   it   remains   just   beyond   their   knowing,   encapsulated   in   her   captivating   smile   and   whispered   digital   exchanges. "Nothing   to   divulge."   Inoue   declares,   not   with   disapproval   but   rather   as   if   cradling   their   curiosity   gently.   Her   voice   cascades   over   them   like   silk,   softly   reassuring.

(text📱):   はい。お寿司が食べたいです。❤️

(text📱):   後で迎えに来てくれますか？

(text📱):   あなたの日本語は完璧です。🥰

@estarion

[beauzos]

My best friend asked me how long it would’ve taken for Casey to warm up to Jerome when they first met and I hadn’t actually thought about it before. I think Casey must’ve hated Jerome at first considering their personalities, and also because Casey has a thing about becoming attracted to people who originally really pissed him off lol.

Anyways, my current idea is that Casey was a stagecoach driver (or riding shotgun) and since stagecoaches were ripe for robbery, he probably met Jerome and Luis through this. I can imagine Jerome making fun of him for not being able to defend himself the first time, so after he managed to actually fight off some robbers on his own, maybe Jerome respected him more and they got to know each other better. Then Casey decided to quit when Jerome wanted him to work as a deputy. I think somebody wanting him around, even if it s this jackass, just really gets to Casey. After a while he just woke up and realized he was in love with Jerome because he was so accepted around him. It’s fun

[namenoted]

❝ hm? oh no, i'm just here on holiday. heh, actually ... i'm considering transferring here for a semester. the criminal justice program would help give me some perspective while also looking good on my transcripts. to-oh is hard to leave, though. it's a prestigious university. so, for now ... i guess i'm getting a feel of things. ❞ — @skunkks

[ronmanmob]

🥤 - Their snack or drink getting stuck in the vending machine.

Muse Reactions Meme!

"--You 'avin' a laugh..."

A balled fist was tapped twice to the suddenly traitorous vending machine, its contents rattling amongst themselves in protest at this new patron's turn to violence in response to this most petty of thefts. He'd only asked for an iced tea for his pal. Nothing mega. Nothing too fancy. This being London the price he'd paid - close on three quid - implied both these things, but it was only Lipton's really. Hardly cause for ala--

Ron shook the machine next, a growl working its way out his chest. Still the cast out drink remained lodged where it'd fallen. He eyed it caustically, then flicked a glance back at Kit.

"--Keep an eye aht for us, yeah?"

And back to the machine he went, squaring off against it almost before giving its front section a careful looksee. If he could figure out how the door mechanism worked he could work out where he needed to duress the bastard thing to pop it open. He just needed a quiet moment to run the maths.