#( main verse ) ·.¸ verse 001 .

[pvachypessa-archive]

Eyes went to see her beloved friend as her name was called, finally! Finally she was free again!

OH FREEDOM, FREEDOM FROM THAT CAGE

❝ Mario! (@red-man-of-mustache )Oh, thank you! You know I can't never thank you enough for all you do for me. So how about you go to the castle later for some fresh baked cake? I know it's not much. but you need to recover from everything so a nice rest would be nice to you, yes? ❞

Asked the pink princess to her red capped friend with a smile as she gives him a soft and gentle bow not only as greeting but as respect.

[deadsmart]

He's sat at his desk , slouching a little more than he'd NORMALLY allow , because it's just the two of them . Edwin had been scribbling notes in his pocket book , hand PAUSING mid word as eyes lift to look at Charles across the room from under a knotted brow.

❝ I find myself UNSURE of what you're asking me ❞ Pen lifts off of paper , hovering mid-air , held by a relaxed wrist . ❝ We're the DEAD boy detective agency ( ... ) we work DEAD people cases . ❞ There's a smile in his eyes , if only because he knows FULL well what he's asking ( ... ) why he's asking . He's gotten attached to another one of his HUMANS .

❝ The last time you brought a LIVING being into our agency , I could not get the blood out of the rug for THREE YEARS , Charles . ❞

@deadbrawn //

[florencc]

i'm doing memes and rlly finding flo's voice in different verses so perhaps give this a lil like and throw something at ya !

[tidesbled]

                ☽                𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃                ☾ @strcngered

            𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘     𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒     𝐇𝐀𝐃     𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃     𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄     𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑'𝐒     𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓     -     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐎𝐅     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒'     𝐖𝐀𝐘     𝐎𝐅     𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖     𝐁𝐔𝐓     𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘.     It     was     with     a     heavy     heart     that     Terrador     took     Ignitus'     place     as     LEADER     of     the     guardians.     Yet,     it     had     to     be     done.     Most     of     the     earth     guardian's     time     was     spent     rebuilding     the     dragon     temple.     First     the     grotto,     then     the     training     area,     the     library,     and     lastly     the     guardians'     quarters.     〝    Come     Cynder,    〞      The     earth     dragon     beckoned     her     to     follow     him.     〝    I     have     something     to     SHOW     you.    〞     

[ncrthernl1ghts]

TAG DUMP: DR. MARTINA BAKER - PINES

[waywardfeathered]

@qapsiel said: «ENTRAP»   for the sender to capture the receiver in a trap made by the sender. (Catching the doppelganger in a ring of holy fire 😁l

capturing a muse starters    /    ACCEPTING ↷

Holy fire.  Unable to step away, Cas follows the fire catching on the holy oil, forming the ring of an angel trap around him in under a second. He’s getting  really, very tired of becoming trapped.  Really, it happens way too often, so while certainly alarming, it’s also... annoying. It’s sigils, it’s angel-proof handcuffs or chains, it’s a plain old ring of holy fire. But who, this time...?

Turning around to face his captor⸺  right, yes, this gives him pause.

❝ This is new, ❞    he offers, facing his double, unblinking, as he studies him.

The other Castiel is an angel, so if this is a trick, it’s a complex one; Cas can see people’s species to the range of human, demon, angel, other, with only a glance. He tilts his head, narrow eyes piercing, as he assesses. The double’s behaviour checks out, at least so far: if Cas spotted himself sauntering about, his first instinct would likely be to capture him, as well. The double’s also managed to do so, and he is not easy to lure into a trap.

[wiedzmacienia]

@honorhearted from kasia

it's a stormy night with howling winds sweeping through dense wood. bitter. chilly in the way that bores into one's aching bones and elicits unrest within a soldier's camp. the horses are at unease, restless and whining as their tender's work to keep them calm lest they break free from their tethers. resources are limited enough despite calls for aid to congress, their camp does not need to lose the little they do possess. it is naught a night ripe for battle and scouts remain within their watchful stations. no troop movements have been detected within the radius of their camp, no coded missives confiscated to indicate an awareness of their forces at present. their encampment, or at least a portion of it, had taken an unscheduled detour three nights prior with washington giving little indication even to his trusted aides as to reason. he had made it clear the larger force remained upon it's path, perhaps as a distraction, while a smaller force he led detached. he's remained within his tent often hence, voices at times heard, muffled, hushed. a woman's voice, a man's, a strange feeling of unease within the air and yet no one is outwardly seen within council with the general despite what people are convinced they hear. a young soldier is seen standing guard upon the outskirts of camp, though there is little to be seen of what he is guarding as it appears a forest behind him, though oddly shaded considering the openness of the above canopies. his presence is on the generals orders, it is not to be questioned outwardly.

the moon is high within the sky when the scent of blood enters the air. there's no warning until it's too late. no war cry or clash of swords or gunfire. screams arise though. the guttural sounds of men facing a secret invasion of horrors. it begins on the far side of the small camp, confusion rampant. this was no battlefield with generals and officers commanding a charge. it was chaos. pure and simple. it was the work of vampires dressed in flashes of red. a small group sent to cause destruction, sent into the heart of the rebellion. sent toward washington directly despite the detoured path. a bold move. but not one wholly unexpected by the small group of cloaked people moving out of washington's tent with him, a council interrupted. a feminine hand is outstretched from a figure hidden by her cloak, it forces the man to stop his approach, as a voice with a strong accent emits toward the general. a confirmation that the man before them is trusted, a familiarity of the name tellmadge by the female an indication that the man before her has been discussed previously between the general and her. kasia nods unseen, and directs her attention to a different man next to her, commands him into action. flank left, another flank right. they are out of sight within the blink of an eye, an impossibility to a layman and yet reality all the same. the general tells the officer to join them as they move into the chaos.

washington was too important to the cause to be directly within this fight. the priority needs to be his protection. not engagement. even if she had taken the time and devoted resources in the form of two knights to aid in slowing down the vampire advancement. logically this directive grants them time. the more vampires taken out the less obstacles. but it also provides the additional benefit of preventing further innocent bloodshed of men who held no fathomable idea of what was transpiring around them, of what was slaughtering them for by the time the nature of the faces of death were upon them their lives were forfeit. everything happens in rapid succession from there and kasia will later admonish the strategic fumble that was the decision for washington and her group to meet separate from the larger encampment. there had been benefits at the time, yet it had left him far more exposed without a greater number of soldiers between him and their invaders.

there's running, there's bodies though the whole of the camp suddenly seems shrouded within a kind of shadowed veil, blurring the edges of human sight. they're in the center of their small camp and kasia reacts with little warning when she halts their group and drops her cloak to the ground revealing herself. her dress is a dark hunter green, long and typical yet with slits high up the sides revealing pants worn underneath. a freedom of mobility. vampires with distorted faces move toward them rapidly and find themselves thrust backward into tents and supplies by tendrils of dark force that seem to explode out of kasia as if they had been hit by cannons. two others on her side take stance around the general and tallmadge, as kasia moves with fluid motion, a dagger drawn from somewhere and thrown at a vampire directly into it's heart. it isn't wood, but the iron causes the smell of rotten flesh to leach into the air. she fights with skill and cuts down another vampire via decapitation with a broadsword. it quickly becomes a melee as the other two join the fight and prevent the humans from taking action. this was why they were there. it would do no one any benefit to have inexperienced humans entering the fray no matter how skilled they were at human combat. it happens quickly and yet somehow in slow-motion, until finally the threats are dispatched and they are left within the aftermath of surviving soldiers who have no sure idea what had transpired.

a storm. a strange dark fog. there had been a battle for sure but had anyone of them truly seen the monsters which had lurked? was it the germans with a sneak attack?

such questions of men are left outside the tent kasia, washington, and tallmadge now occupy. most men too shell-shocked and warn to do much more than rest now that the sun began to rise upon the horizon. a hazy and thick fog engulfs the encampment, hiding the true level of carnage until it could be dealt with. now is the time for questions, for shock to give way to inquiry. with washington proclaiming for the other man to trust her. to listen. to put aside what he believes he knows to understand the truth that was going to be presented to him. the general leaves them to it, perhaps figuring his word is enough to broker a beginning of dialogue. perhaps it is though kasia is ill at ease as she watches the man before her, keeping a distance. she's bore witness to men's worlds being turned upside down before. to the moment they discover the truth hidden behind the veil and she has little to go off of to know which path this man's mind with take him to find reason within the chaos. she only knows that the general trusts him enough to be privy to the order's involvement in the war effort. if only he had had the opportunity to have a less brutal introduction. she rather hopes, in the least, he does not try to kill her outright for that would be rather counterproductive for the both of them.

"my name is katarzyna and i am a knight of the order of soteria." it seemed as good a place to begin as any even if it seemed wholly unsuitable considering all the man had bore witness from her shortly before. yet she knew this would require some form of delicacy of which her brother would have been more suited to. she needed to allow this man's mind to catch up with what he's witnessed. she needs to allow him to lead with his questions and gauge how to proceed from there.

[smokedanced]

@anderwhohn said: [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need (for Tali from Joker - context probably early days and she came up into the cockpit & he's being his usual snarky defensive self)

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺    /    ACCEPTING ↷

❝ Oh, sorry, ❞    she says, in the tone of having been caught doing something she isn’t supposed to do. Behind her helmet, Tali cringes. She wants to be more... at home, on this ship. Certainly there are people who’ve made her feel welcome: Shepard, Engineer Adams... It isn’t even that she lacks confidence in herself, and that’s the frustrating part;  she behaves meekly, but she isn’t meek.  She’s been forced to fall into a role, for her own safety, especially alone on her pilgrimage. People... you cannot expect them to take kindly to you, when you’re a quarian. Tali doesn’t have any reason to believe Joker would be hostile towards her because she’s non-human, or a quarian specifically (it’s difficult to tell, with humans, which it is, often), in fact, she trusts Engineer Adams enough that she knows that not to be the case (he’s warned her about Navigator Pressly, but he’s spoken of Joker and not indicated anything at all), yet she’s, once again, instinctively making herself more... pleasant. Small. Less herself.

It’s tiring, but she’s not even doing it on purpose. It just... is.

❝ I was just curious... ❞    she begins to explain, but trails off. This ship is amazing, and she would love to know more about how things function here, but clearly she is unwelcome in the cockpit.    ❝ Nevermind. ❞    She rocks on her feet, casting a longing glance towards the panels in front of Joker, not quite able to turn away.    ❝ I won’t bother you again. But it must be amazing to fly her. ❞

[gorgonacorali-archive]

Eyes went to look at the other, she wasn't from her colony, she was sure of it, no. This mermaid ( @wishfulmuses) wasn't part of her colony, it was as clear as the sun, she hasn't seen her before. But a mermaid was a mermaid, perhaps she was lost?

❝ Do not worry, mermaid are always welcome in this zone. But tell me... from where do you came from? I have not seen you never before... ❞

said the violette mermaid to the other as she relaxed her weight on the rock behind her as she streches her body, as her bones and muscles cracked for being in costant movement.

❝ If you are wondering, you are in the mediterranean sea. Welcome to my colony ❞

[thebabysittertm]

@safestkittykatintown just ruined him with this...

"A great head of hair, a pretty face, and a somewhat decent body -- you seem to have it all, yet you look like you lost your favorite toy."

ㅤOkay, not that Steve's ego was that extreme, but he prided himself on his hair and he'd certainly gotten enough attention to know he was good looking (he'd even been called 'pretty', which he wasn't so sure about, but also wasn't upset over), but 'somewhat decent body'? Fucking rude. "Lost my favorite toy? What am I, five? Nice to meet you, too."

[ncrthernl1ghts]

fuck it. TAG DUMP: STANFORD PINES

[gorgonacorali-archive]

The mermaid was relaxing on the sand of the beach, her eyes closed as she lied on her stomach, with her legs out and some old clothes on to cover her nakedness as she sleeps over the sun letting the sun be hard against her skin if only for a bit, her already sun kiseed skin was more golden with the sun hitting directly on her.

It was like that she didn't notice Soldan (@pcrplevenom ) near the area. Leaving her completly unaware of her own surroundings as she slept the whole time.