#( ' VERSE PENDING.

[tianzhan]

@everlastiingiimmortals / sc.

" i will sit here in the silence with you , if that is what you need from me. "

[malkaleh]

Tudor What If: Anne Boleyn Has Sons

‘The birth of her first son Thomas and then four more boys (and two more daughters) changed history and changed the course of the world.’

[shadovan]

@lcftyambiticns continued from here:

Lorroakan rarely left his tower —— why would he risk getting stabbed in the back by some lunatic when he had his minions assistants to run errands for him?

Today, however, his presence was required at the Counting House, and he was dead set on taking his frustrations out on the next innocent employee and letting them know that his VALUABLE TIME wasn't to be SQUANDERED.

He paused when he spotted yet another execution notice hanging on a wall. This city was truly going to the dogs...

' You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. '

Initially ignoring the voice, Lorroakan suddenly felt someone staring at him. Was HE being addressed? With a perplexed frown, he slowly turned his head.

What in the nine hells... The audacity of some people!!

The wizard blinked, taken aback and bewildered, as he gazed at the pale man who was shamelessly ogling him.

". . . . I beg your pardon??" He wasn't flattered ( perhaps a little ), but offended and felt his cheeks flushing.

"I suggest you cease gawking at me if you value your well-being," he snapped, distaste and disdain his voice; clearly flustered unnerved by the . . . unexpected attention.

His left eyebrow raised at the threat — or was it more self-defense on the other’s part? Both could be applicable depending on how the remark had been received. Perhaps his tone hadn't come across as he had expected.

"My well-being? I doubt you could do much to me," he said with a smile, a simple shrug of his shoulders while Tareque rested his arms on the table in front of him. It wasn't even a remark of arrogance, just simple fact. This form would be destroyed, but it would only come back stronger.

"Besides, it was a compliment," the lich added, gold eyes looking the man up and down without a hint of subtly. "But now you're looking at me like you just had a pointy stick shoved up your ass, so I may need to retract it."

He wouldn't. The sentiment was still accurate, but how dull would it be to simply walk away without causing more of a fuss? The fact was that Tareque was merely that damned bored, and Lorroakan was providing a pleasant view of a distraction from it.

[vinzred]

new thinblood malkavian boy Tag Wilson

[brokendreamscreation]

//Verses and Relationships has been updated! If you’d like me to add your muse to either feel free to DM me ^^

[archived-diegesis]

Local cowboy and his daughter

He knew that she wouldn't always be small enough to be held like like this, so while he can he'll gladly enjoy carrying her around the farm.

A gift for @praeteritus-memories boothill and Clara for our a.u

Enjoy the cuties-

[unitleada]

The alarms. That incessant whirring, god, what an awful sound. It gnawed at her thoughts, the proverbial toll of a death knell, replacing her usual level-headed cool with real proper fear, anger, pain.This wasn't the field. They hadn't willingly gone out to meet an alien threat with a clear line of sight on its approach. The enemy had come to their door instead. Worse, it had done so without warning. Diligent to the end, the agents posted at the front entrance had given their lives to get the message to her, and while those precious few minutes couldn't stop the ensuing slaughter, there was no doubt that without their sacrifice, many many more would have fallen instead. But she had no time to dwell on that now. Not when every second counted. Her hand seemed to move off its own accord, like a trance, switching her earpiece back on. A gentle click! issued from the device, followed by her voice over the speakers.

❝ Attention all UNIT personnel, this is your commander in chief speaking! This building is currently under attack from an unknown external threat, I repeat, we are under attack. I am now initiating emergency protocol 17. You are all to follow this order to the absolute. ❞ A secondary click! and the microphone was muted. Kate paused to expel a breath she had been holding and perhaps, an unsaid message ....Good luck and godspeed.

Her firearm extracted, Kate was already halfway to the door when it swung open wildly, careening back against its hinges with an almighty screech! On instinct, she raised the gun. But no sooner had she done so, she found herself lowering the weapon once more as her eyes settled upon another familiar pair. The look on Edward's face could've chilled her to the bone, if she wasn't already. . ❝ What. What is it? Edward, tell me!? ❞

@strtravels

[infernal-feminae]

@metaladam said: "No joking around here, Carmilla Carmine." He respected this sinner, they were crafty and precise in how they fought. He didn't come here to have fun, he came here to end the threat she represented. "You have to die, and you know why."

"I'm surprised it took Heaven nearly 70 years to get off their asses to do something about it." She damn well knew why he was here. Carmilla never hid the fact that she sold angelic weapons to both sinners and hellborns alike. The kind of power that could kill high-ranking demons and angels was sure to catch Heaven's attention eventually.

She knew this day this day would come.

"Then you must know I won't go down so easily." She hid her apprehension well as she got into a fighting stance. Carmilla truly had no idea if she would survive this, but she would give everything she had. He daughters needed her.

[orphanedshadow]

@spokewar asked: Offers her a vaguely interesting rock

It may have only been vaguely interesting to some, but to Kara, it was more than enough to almost bring a sad sort of smile to her face. There was a small vein of something running through it, one she recognized. A small brush with her thumb, and with the Force had that vein sparking to life with a dim yellow glow, one that brought the child some comfort. Her free hand moved to write, the other cradling the stone like a baby bird. “FROM HOME.” The rock was just like her, light-years away from Dathomir, and she supposed it too may never find its way back. “MAKES LIGHT IF ASKED.”

[theoldsecretkeeper]

"What in the good gods is that thing?"

She's not even trying to be rude. she's just so confused.

[tianzhan]

@helldevour / sc.

" death is constant in the perpetual strife , yet still a faraway concept for the long - lived. tell me , do you remember what i taught you ? "

[malkaleh]

🌈 + and OC of your choice <3

John Welles. Earl of Norwich. parcere subiectis et debellare superbos [spare the subjects, wage war against the proud]

such a beautiful boy - my sweet antinous, you were meant to lay against me, wrapped in nothing but fine silks

He’s intelligent, handsome, a dashing spy and courtier. Cultured, witty and well read. The perfect renaissance man, much enamoured of the Empire of Rome. The Duke of Norfolk’s trusted agent and friend. A monster and a gentleman.

John Norwich is one of my Tudors OT3 verse OCs. He respects one (1) of these fuckers and that’s the Duke of Norfolk. He would love the dark academia classics aesthetic. He has plans within plans. He’s the monster haunting Thomas Cromwell’s nightmares, who took him age ten and never wanted to let go.

When he finds ‘his antinous’ at court, a favourite of the monarchs and as beautiful a man as he was as a child (to Norwich) he is determined to reclaim him. For is he not his slave, his property after all.

with so much thanks to @lemurious for giving me Norwich’s latin motto and @nocompromise-noregrets for being a friend and plotting partner <33333.

[pupmusebox]

The joyous ruckus as Damien put it when hearing that his Father be celebrating his special day and sighing when at a distance with that longing in his eyes, "Damn good Dad you are, damn good... same with Mom too. Mmm..." little did he know that someone would catch a glimpse of him when finding the mysterious bird lingering on the outskirts looking in.

"Happy Birthday, Dad. Here's to a grand night for you, I know Mom probably be waiting for you later knowing her. Heh..."

Lost in his thoughts when a pair of well loved dove and crow plushies hung out of his bag while smiling though feeling like he wanted to cry, knowing fully well he was to be hidden but he was trying to be careful with observing the joyous time happening.

[draconicfool]

"'m not afraid of standin' still, 'm jus' afraid of bein' bored." The smaller tilted his head slightly as he looked her over. Maybe something could be related to in that sense, he supposed. The thought that perhaps, just perhaps, there could be more than the smell of death that they had in common. Something other than a pervasive attempt to hide from things they'd both rather not think about.

@fearsgod || sc.

[liecoris]

@seakiumi sent:

🍸- To get drunk with my muse.

「Do you normally go out drinking with your clients?」 Mukuro's lips draw up into a smirk as she asks, her attire this time around more matched the area she was in to not draw too much attention towards herself。

【 delicious RP meme 】 ♡ 【 accepting 】

[archived-diegesis]

Alright line up she's making BBQ