#✦ — • 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?

[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

[bells-of-black-sunday]

I think... I should add Tarhos's scars and damaged eye to modern. It always felt weird to me for him to not to have it, but y'know. I think I should do it and mayhaps redraw some art. Hmmm.... a project for a different day when I don't have craft fairs coming up or refs I needa finish.

[sunsetsoft]

🍒 ooc. wanna..... figure out aus for i/wtv & c/astlevania.... vanmpire media,,,,,,

[kiigan]

starter call @moonsworn

ㅤEnding up the day listening to a feud between overworked employees and an entitled client surely had not been in Itachi's to-do list, yet here he was nonetheless. Waiting in line as he'd been for the past almost ten minutes, waiting for that heavenly bliss that would be a cup filled to the brim with steamy black coffee... and, in the meantime, trying to not wither inside as the spectacle unfolded. Long story short, said client was outraged to have found pieces of pineapple in their pizza slice - which might even have been a valid argument, if it wasn't for the fact that the ingredient list was literally hanging from the wall and clearly detailed everything that went in every snack option. Meaning, the awful person ordered without paying attention and was now making it everybody else's problem rather than to admit to their fault, because obviously that was what responsible adults did.

ㅤOnce the matter was finally settled, basically through the establishment's manager escorting the idiot outside and asking them to never return again, Itachi didn't bother stopping the sigh that escaped past his lips. Having to wait wasn't even the issue, especially given that he was a rather patient person; rather, currently feeling so terribly sorry for the poor cashier in particular. After receiving his own order, he made sure to drop a very generous tip in the jar, to at least try to make the person's day a little bit less horrible. And, even then, as he grabbed the cup and was making his way to a table, he couldn't help but conclude the previous argument in his head, half to himself and half out loud.

«Imagine feeling offended over fruit in your pizza. What are you going to do about the tomatoes, then?»

[driofaire]

THE PIRATE QUEEN, ANNE BONNY TAGS.

ANNE BONNY —  GENERAL. THE PIRATE QUEEN — THREADS. THE PIRATE QUEEN — ANSWERED. THE PIRATE QUEEN — VISAGE. THE PIRATE QUEEN — HEADCANONS. THE PIRATE QUEEN — AESTHETIC. THE PIRATE QUEEN — MUSINGS. THE PIRATE QUEEN — FRIENDS & FOES. THE PIRATE QUEEN — MUSIC. THE PIRATE QUEEN — DELIGHTS. THE PIRATE QUEEN — SILLINESS. THE PIRATE QUEEN — DASH GAMES.

THE PIRATE QUEEN — VERSE : CANON. THE PIRATE QUEEN — VERSE : MODERN. THE PIRATE QUEEN — VERSE : RED DEAD REDEMPTION. THE PIRATE QUEEN — VERSE : FALLOUT. THE PIRATE QUEEN — VERSE : THE ELDER SCROLLS. THE PIRATE QUEEN — VERSE : DRAGON AGE. THE PIRATE QUEEN — VERSE : STRANGER THINGS. THE PIRATE QUEEN — VERSE :  VAMPIRE THE MASQUERADE. THE PIRATE QUEEN — VERSE :  BALDUR'S GATE.

[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.

[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."

[ronmanmob]

Tis The Season - Day 4 @kit-just-kit

The holiday season bought new life to the mailrooms across London's venerable medical and psychiatric institutions and the Maudsley - dear Ron's begrudgingly occasional haunt - was no different. It wasn't for Ron though that mail had come, it was from Ron. He was beyond the walls now, thank Heavens - his brief stay over with since he'd been given as clean a bill of mental health and wellbeing as he was ever to receive given how his brain worked now.

Two items were kindly left on Dr Prince's desk.

The first was this card enclosed in a thick paper envelope. Dog-safe-ink paw prints dotted its entirety, and it's message read:

With grateful thanks For all your good works I am home now, and hope you will be soon. You will be in my thoughts this Christmas. Ron.

And the second was a winter bouquet. It was because of the work Dr Prince and others like her did that chaps and lasses like Ron could be home once their trials had eased and their minds settled. It would've been beyond the man, settled comfy in his Cedra Court flat with his dog pack, not to at least reach out to she he remembered most clearly with a grateful gesture.

[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

[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.

[fatelcved]

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