#( i went with modern verse. )

[pitgritted]

bench  press  contest  but  you  and  your  partner  are  too  stinkin’  competitive  &  take  it  too  seriously  … ( @burntscars )

[cyberpawn]

Vale's Modern-ish/Fandomless Verse (PART 1)

Vale is 23 years old (Born on December 10th), and was born and raised in Orion, California, a (fictional) city with a good view of the beach, vibrant night life, and a fair amount of crime but it's fine, everything's okay. Vale has multiple jobs, trading their usual occupation of a 2077 mercenary for something a little closer to a mercenary of today's world: Delivery driver! Whenever Misty needs a little help at her store, Vale also covers at the esoterica.

Besides their job, Vale flourishes and thrives in their position as a little trouble maker in the city, giving cops a hard time as they do their urban exploring (trespassing wherever they please). The thing is, though, there's been some changes in their hometown, and Vale's not liking the change so much. The mayor wouldn't make any changes that help the people in need in the city, the mom and pop shops are getting bought out by bigger stores, and worst of all, the power plant on the outskirts of town was just put under new control of some CEO who was promising a newer, better form of power that could make nuclear look pitiful. The CEO offered less rolling blackouts, with no strings attached, it'd just cost a little more (that's what they always said, just a little more of your money until they ask for a little more).

No strings attached, but it smelled fishier than anything Vale had ever smelled before...and they lived by the beach! They smelled dead fish all the time! So that's what tipped them off, made them realize this deal had some greater plan going on behind it. And so they did what they knew best, broke into the CEO's penthouse, and found plans for testing, testing on live subjects. Testing that was approved by the mayor, some stooge in the pocket of that CEO. With a usb full of evidence in their pocket, Vale made a mad dash to get out of that penthouse before security finally got them. But of course, what good thief wouldn't take something for the road?

There had been a chunk of something, some cloudy, green crystal. Something that fit in their palm, something easy to take, something that felt like it was irradiating the air with its own buzzing aura, begging Vale to step closer and take it. It was their favorite color too, a clear sign they needed it. Even as the sound of the security guards' thudding boots got closer and closer, Vale felt themself rooted to the spot in the CEO's office, unable to look away from the captivating find.

And it was like lightning, the crystal was tucked under their arm as they sped through the halls of the penthouse. They dashed down the staircases, charged through fire exits, and even got to slide down the ladder on the fire escape. Sure, their hands got pretty scraped up, but it didn't matter. They made it out clean, and the busy, bright, loud city streets would keep them covered. But their cover wasn't foolproof, as their path-- guided by the street lamps and neon signs -- disappeared before their very eyes.

It started small, street lamps flickering. Then it got worse, neon signs shorting out. And it came to a climax, with the entire city's power supply wiped, and the streets were only brightened by car lights and the only sounds were questions of "Who turned out the lights?"

As citizens were asking questions to everyone they could see, calling 911, generally just starting a mass panic, Vale got to spend time with their solitary panic while they hid behind a parked bus. With people crowding the streets, calling the cops, and asking questions, there was a guarantee Vale was going to get arrested and thrown into prison for even breathing wrong in the direction of a rich person, let alone steal something from one! They hyperventilated, their heart pounded, their hands shook, and the crystal was glowing. All in all, pretty normal things to feel when--Wait...

"Why are you glowing?"

The question, asked through grit teeth, was the straw that broke the glowing camel's back. In a world full of darkness, all Vale could see was a piercing, green light, taking their vision and blinding them like a flashbang.

But the blindness faded. Colors returned to their sight. They breathed deep and heavy, air filling their lungs, filling them with an energy and power they had never felt before. Then they breathed out. And the alleyway around them glowed. It glowed brighter than any of the neon lights that would've been buzzing with electricity moments ago. Vale's freckles, which historically weren't bioluminescent, glowed under the darkness of the night sky, dark teal scales functioning as body-armor shimmering under their own light.

Huh. They wanted to give their body a second look, whatever dream they were dreaming seemed fun, so they might as well get a good look at--

Scales. Glowing. A tail. Claws. Sharp teeth. And the world was a hell of a lot shorter than it was before. With their world changed, there was only one way for Vale to react--

"FUCK YES! THIS IS THE BEST!"

Vale's joy was surely infectious, but maybe not for the people that were in the bus next to them. Where Vale was experiencing pure ecstasy, looking over their much more monstrous body, the people in the bus were experiencing a horror movie. Seeing an irradiated, 9ft beast rise to their feet and bellow human speech. People in the bus screamed, sending Vale's smile off to be turned into a confused frown, not entirely understanding why people were upset. They tried to raise their clawed hands, show they weren't a threat, but Vale's attempts at calm were quickly dashed away by the loud words of an unneeded stressor.

"OPD! Put your hands up where we can see them!"

"Aw. Dicks."

[nebula-drcams]

@goldengxft asked: ❝  go on,  tell me what’s on your mind.  ❞ from Lev to Nimue

CONVERSATIONAL  SENTENCE  STARTERS  || Always Accepting

   She's about half interested in her drink, half interested in being here, and mostly having tuned everything and everyone out at this point. She really needs to stop agreeing to go out to ' meet people ' when her brother does, but what can she do? Glancing up at the person who spoke, there's a slight tilt of her head before she shrugs.

" Not much on my mind other than wanting to get out of here. Too much noise, too many people. You know, all of that stuff. "

[radiaking]

human bean. — 05/24/2024 2:58 PM cooper: i should save my "kiss the cook" apron for our second date... lucy: i'm gonna fuck him silly tonight. :)

[yanlei-a]

base verse zed is kayn's dad for all intents and purposes even if they don't call each other that but modern verse zed is his actual dad officially the boy was adopted and i also think modern verse zed is a lot better at that and communicating and making sure kayn knows he's loved and that his dad is proud of him and having fun together and grounding him sometimes when he's being a pest but you know a lot more openly affectionate than base verse i think

[recitedemise]

"I know that look. Let me guess: they're not as beautiful as you're used to, are they?" He doesn't need to hear the answer, truth be told. What she thinks, he's positive, is a resounding no. Still, Gale finds he can't really argue with her on this. Here, the city smog prevails, every brilliant little twinkling in their skies gone pale. He can feel an indisputable sense of loss, ever a paramour of these celestial veils, and as they peer out his window by his crackling fire, he imagines what it is she would see. Romantic, he supposes, with her home midst the forest.... And, he's sure, wondrous to boot. Ah. Gale looks up, glass panes parted and curtains billowing. Dronia sat there is licked sharp and silver, and Gale, haggard, looks notably worn. "I'm sure you're raring to board the next bus out of here, ever the crown jewel of insomnia, but for what it's worth, I've very glad you've visited. If it should entice you to stay, I can conjure you something new to cast your sights on. What one might call a bribery, I'd consider an opportunity."

At least he's some humor. One year in solitude, and thankfully, dwindled as it, Gale's still some twinkle of a spirit to him. He raises his hand, the stars up above suddenly gleaming brighter--and in his face, gingerly, his expression glows. "Not too bad for a city boy, hm? I assure you, I am very capable of much more." / @thcdoomed ♡'d.

[namenoted]

❝ well, here we are, ❞ he says, looking at the spread of books between them. ❝ man, where do we even begin? i guess ... at the beginning, right? ❞

he's putting it on heavy today. while there is nothing necessarily ominous about yagami, no shadow over his shoulder here (not in this world!), there is an air about him. he is a proper, well-put-together boy, and he is oddly helpful, well-mannered, and bred for success. the ultimate academic, an almost teen detective, and japan's top student —— and yet, here he is, sitting in his livingroom cross-legged with his hands on his knees, leaning back to stretch out his ribs against the lining of the couch's base frame and cushions. the tonkatsu he's pulled out is clearly expensive, and despite its use, has been well taken care of.

the general decor is a relative mix of traditional and western —— a nice house —— and yagami is obviously playing comfortable. maybe he really is? still, with company, it's best to keep up appearances. he can't be too comfortable. this person isn't keitaro*.

❝ hey, do you want something to drink before we get started? ❞ their introductory tea is empty, the small pot sitting near their discarded cups and saucers. ❝ water, soda? we also have chips if you want a snack. now that i think about it, i think i need a little 'brain food'. ❞ — @kuroyrii

[viciousgold]

@ensnchekov

"I've heard that you can make perfect forgeries." Marisa murmured, glancing at the man curiously. Her features were soft, gentle as she gazed at him, her voice melodic in its sweetness. She didn't seem the type to be requesting these services. "Currently, I don't exist, so to speak. I need the paperwork to make me real. Birth certificate, ID, school transcripts, medical records, everything. I need a complete record of my thirty years of existence on this Earth. Can you do that?"

With her was a golden lion tamarin monkey, sitting at her feet on the floor, staring up at the man with a similar curious gaze.

[deiscension]

﹄ ◇ ; @solivcgant / received a merit from lady wind master!

       ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ──  𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, Shi Qingxuan sneaks up on her unsuspecting victim with slow, exaggerated steps. A floorboard creaks underfoot right as she comes close enough to peek at the screen of his handheld console. Before he can turn, she splays both hands in front of his eyes. "Guess who?" she chirps triumphantly. Her laughter now free, it whirls around the empty club room as if trying to conjure its own presence. Then, without waiting for an answer, she pleads, "Come up to the rooftop with me? It's nice and breezy up there, and I don't trust you've gotten some sunshine in today!"

[vullcanica]

❛ You really try. I like that. You really make an effort. ❜ ((Muse of your choice))

Nico's face contorts into a sneer - half genuine ire, half pale imitation. "Yeah alright, Dilbert."

Oh, he wants to wipe the grimace off of Antonín's snooty little face. To convey the intent, he points the pan of slightly-undercooked bacon and eggs in his companion's general direction. Then shakes it. The contents jiggle threateningly. "Go find you a chef who's willing to deal with an ungrateful sack of dweeb at 8 am or shut up and eat up."

His petit déjeuner américain makes a mighty squelching ruckus going into the plates with a distinguished slop. The eggs run over the edge of Antonín's. Nico steps back, looking rather expectant. Pan still in hand. "That's either going down your gullet or down your shirt."

[djaerin]

« where does it hurt? let me see. »

it's gotten worse, din can't keep his nose out of others' business, especially when they're being disgusting human beings. but he is not alone anymore, there are responsibilities that awaits him, there are no soldiers to back him up, it's only him and his skills. the guy has been neutralized, left where the cops can find him without drugs on him to be sent away for a long, long time. her fingers hover above him, her eyes warm and caring and he feels as disgusting as the man he hit earlier. she is TOO GOOD, as good as the kid, and there is too many good people in his life these days, it scares him.

fear has never been his strong suit, he had been so fucking frightened most of his childhood, as soon as he lost his parents, a terrible fear that he grew around like a crooked tree, it became part of him, something he had tamed, a companion for life. but this fear is new, he's not used to have something to lose, it makes him uneasy, a deep want to run away.

« it's nothing, it's barely bruised, @burygods. » his tone is cold, self hatred for who he is, for what he's done simmering in his stomach, jaw clenching and features unreadable. « you shouldn't be here. » his voice feels empty, he feels the exact same, gloria and gabriel would be better if he wasn't there : the idea cements itself in his very heart.

[deathsmark]

zed eyes widen, pupils withering to pinpricks of anguish, his father’s infuriated reprimand rings in his ears like static, the flourish of his mother’s hands as she asks where she went wrong blurs into his peripherals. “... what have you done.” his stomach churns, bile scraping at the back of his throat, his head pounding in strident dissonance. on the floor, in an accumulation of splintered paint & every single dream he had left in that place was his guitar. the headstock was shattered, guitar - strings recoiling in on themselves as they were wrested from the fretboard, the mutilated body splitting & he could only envision how they’d done it. his mouth dried, as he lowered his head he felt prickles sear along his skin, forcing back bitter tears of indignation. they knew he loved that guitar. a flash of memory streaks across his vision. shen & him after school loitering around the music store, marvelling at the lavish & ridiculously expensive guitars way out of their price range. how, when he’d finally scraped together enough money to get one they’d lounged around on shen’s bed idly plucking the strings to no particular melody & how it had felt to write his first song. you need to focus on your studies, have you seen how atrocious your grades are ? his mother’s grating keening abrades against his senses, his father lowering until they are eye level. there will be no of this nonsense, do you understand. all of the things he endured, the punitive lectures, the late nights of forcing himself to study, the college preparation, all of it, in those four, vapid - white walls & for whose sake. “ what have you done.” he repeats, keeping his eyes on the ground, his fingers clenching into a tight, quaking fist. his father doesn’t retreat, clicking his tongue in irritation, this was what they got for spoiling him, or something like that, muttered under his breath & with a deep furrow of his brow. he doesn’t think, he can’t think, he’s raising his fists & sinking his fingers into his father’s collar dragging him down, fury rendering his expression white & searing. “ what the fuck did you do ?” his mother’s face blanches in terror, his father’s mouth splits in an incensed series of insults & before he knows it zed is also on the ground, his cheek stings as it grows red, his father’s arm hangs in the air, his fist a fair and just punishment. “ you will not lay your hands on me, do you understand, boy.” and zed spits, his furious glare shifting between the guitar & his own, shaking hands, digging blunt , painted black nails into the kitchen tiles in umbrage. “ fuck you…” and he doesn’t look back, pulls himself to his knees, ignoring how weak and fucking leaden they felt, ignoring his father as he demands hs turn his ass around, his mother as she mediates while also entirety taking his father’s side. music didn’t come with career potential, he should have understood that this was just a facile hobby that he could forget once they graduated.

in his room he stuffs hoodies & jeans into a duffle bag, more violently than they deserve. the room had never felt like his, even when he had tacked band posters to the walls, or when he had set up the speaker set he bought cheaply online; that his parents had quickly confiscated. now, as he shoved the half empty bottle of rum he had snuck over to shen’s on his birthday, it felt even less like it belonged to him. the door lock his parents had been so opposed to proved its worth for even as they rattled the knob until it shook it held in place, his father’s cursing fading away as he made sure his entire weight was behind each step down the stairs. zed didn’t bother to come back out, scaling the tree down the side of the house had become second nature anyway, they wouldn’t talk this out, there was no way in hell he was forgiving what they had done.

the walk to shen’s house was around twenty minutes & with the duffle strung over his shoulders, bulging with his few remaining prized possessions, it felt like a lifetime. he swung the bottle of rum back, it burnt & tasted revolting but was better than the seething tears or the glaring hurt that tightened in his chest. when he crossed the bridge, just a few roads over from the closest thing to a real home he had, zed took a moment to gaze blearily at the flecks of light dispersed across the city, to take in the streak of headlights as they swept beneath the underpass. in frustration, he kicked the pole, his boot thudding against cold steel, the dull throbbing also felt better than his own, wallowing pity. “ shit.” he muttered, pulling out his phone, he should text shen, showing up at his place unannounced wasn’t exactly something he didn’t do on the regular but - he also didn’t generally almost punch his father in the face & leave home with the few metal band CDs & shirts he had to his name.

[cyberpawn]

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋   𝐈𝐍   𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇   𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐀𝐒   𝐈𝐅   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘   𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐀   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐈𝐍   𝐀   𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐒𝐈𝐌.

NAME   :   —  Vale Zerachiel Entropy

PROFESSION   :   — Wouldn't you like to know weather boy Vale works at Misty's Esoterica, they also pick up gig jobs on the side (much like doordash/grubhub/performing at bars)

WHERE   THEY   CAN   BE   FOUND   —   In the mornings, Vale can be found at a local comic book store. They're at the door as soon as it opens, ready to check out all the new comics and collectibles. In the afternoon, Vale can be found at work at the Esoterica, parkouring around the town, or in the comfort of their own apartment (which the player character in this dating sim can visit if they've got a good enough relationship). In the evenings, Vale spends their time at arcades, getting high scores and going to the prize counter plenty! Also in the evenings, they might have some hockey games for you to visit! They can also be found, at night, at bars while they're playing guitar, drums, or singing!

FAVORITE   FOOD   TYPE   —   Vale inhales pork dumplings/gyoza and ramen like they're kirby. They also appreciate sugary, sweet, baked goods.

FAVORITE   ALCOHOLIC   DRINK   —   Vale is a trashcan, they'll drink just about anything. Once again, sugar is the name of the game here, so you will usually find Vale with a daiquiri or frozen margarita. They like the slushie sorts of booze!

WHERE   THEY   WOULD   GO   ON   A   DATE   —  You can take Vale just about anywhere and they'll have a good time, but they would love to go to the movies (to see a monster movie of course), stay at home with comfort food and a good movie, or they'd even invite you to one of their hockey games to watch them play! If you want to see Vale lose their marbles, take them to a museum to see dinosaur related things. They'll press every button and read every sign (and get you matching dinosaur plushies at the gift shop).

IDEAL   GIFT   —   Godzilla. Anything with Godzilla on it. Anything with any kaiju on it. Swords. Stuffed animals. A homecooked meal. Comic books. Pins. Buttons. Action figures. Cool weapons. Crystals. Chewelry/stim toys. Comfy clothes. Vale is a goofball and is not immune to getting objects.

HOW   MANY   DATES   UNTIL   THEY   KISS   —    Vale is a bit shy when it comes to kissing, primarily because they don't understand most implicit flirting. When they do kiss, though, it's passionate and there's a lot of love and

Tagged by: @rebelichor Tagging: BE GAY DO CRIME PLAY A DATING SIM STEAL THIS

[timerevolt]

        Whenever Lulu is lucky enough to find herself in Beck’s company she is elated. To her, he is the best of friends. She understands his struggles and limitations. Those are things she would never judge him for. When it counts he is always there for her when it's really important –and that’s all she could ask for. At first, she doesn’t even notice the bag, as she pulls him into a warm hug. Blonde head looks up at him with the widest smile possible. Slender arms give him a quick squeeze, before she lets go.

        Once Lulu had properly given Beck his hug – she turned her attention to Bear. She gets on her knees and gives him pets, “Who’s the best boy, taking care of Beck Beck? You are! You are!” When he mentions it’s shit to barge in, she shakes her head. “You know you are like always so totally welcome.” And she means it from the bottom of her heart – she absolutely adored him.  Finally, she stopped her pets of Bear, to get up to lead them in her apartment. “Please like, sit down. I’ll get Bear some water. I’m sure he’s thirsty.”

        The mention of getting her something – caused blue eyes to go wide almost glassy. “You didn’t like have to get me anything baby. Your presence is always like – enough! Be right back!” She accepts the flowers first and goes to the kitchen. To put the flowers in a vase and get a bowl of water for Bear. The moment she returns she puts the bowl down and makes her way next to beck.

        “Like so good. Work’s been amaze.” A soft blush crept upon her cheeks when he complimented her. “So do you!” It came time for Lulu to open the package, she looked as if she were about to cry. “It’s like so prettily packaged!” Azure orbs widened all the more, when she ultimately pulled out the dress. “Beck….! This is like the most gorgeous dress ever. You like didn’t have to! Lemme make us lunch to say thanks!”

CONTINUED FROM HERE ! | @hebled

[ssolessurvivor]

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger 

memes - always accepting! - @incissam

It could've been every other day, a walk on the city streets from her firm building to have lunch, when it suddenly wasn't. The years of training kicked in when he saw just the barest hint of the cars crashing together, hurtling towards them. Logan shoved Dany behind him and maneuvered them away from the immediate vicinity of the wreckage, which stopped with a horrific crunch against a concrete half wall and a tumble of a streetlight.

Logan knew two things then through the sounds of chaos, and they happened in quick succession.

Turning to Dany huddled behind him, he grasped her face in his hands and looked her over with careful practice. "Are you ok? You're ok..." His breathing was a little more erratic as his voice tumbled out in a whisper, but once he settled on the fact that none of that shattered glass had cut her, he glanced over his shoulder at the smoking wreck. "Stay here!" He said to Dany before letting her go and rushing towards the cars.

He was so used to this, it didn't matter he wasn't in a uniform anymore: he'd always rush towards trouble when it meant he could help.

Like he used to do.

[grievedifferent]

❝ the stargazer lily, ❞ he says, handling a few tenderly to show her, ❝ is a fairly new breed. it can vary in meaning depending on color. on the whole, they represent innocence and purity. yellow stargazers in particular represent joy. a fitting match, wouldn't you say? ❞ // * @gamenu liked for a starter from shuichi (kurama) !!