#((thank you again for the starter!))

[mirroredranger]

"I'm not sure what business I'd have with the Rangers," Giovanni says, casually, "As I recall, all the charges against me were dropped. I'm aiming to live an honest life."

Laying it on a bit thick, aren't we?

Ignoring his inner voice, the older man levels his eyes at the redheaded Ranger before him.

"... But if you're here to ask advice, I suppose I could offer a consultation."

"I'd appreciate that consultation," Valerie quickly added "sir." It was like he said, Giovanni had all charges dropped. She needed to let go of her unease. A deep breath helped keep the woman even.

She still had a myriad of questions to ask. What Giovanni knew in skill and information was beyond any value. Another evening breath would be the only hint of her holding back that bit of excitement. Good grief, she was starting to become a mess.

"What do you know about safaris?" That felt like a good place to start. "I've only really been to the capture safaris in Fiorre and briefly the one north of Cianwood. I've been thinking of branching out the places I go to, now that I'm not bound to a base."

[scribz-ag24]

partner calls out grovyle over that teeny tiny detail he forgot to explain about the plan to save the planet.

[songbirdreaped]

open starter for anybody ; set after lucy gray left the cabin <3 run. run. RUN. was all that could go through lucy gray's head as she sprinted away from the cabin through the trees. she was running as fast as her legs would carry her, everything in her telling her that she needed to get away from him if she wanted to survive. the words kept ringing in her head three's enough for me, he'd told her when she said they wouldn't have to kill anymore. three. she knew of two. bobbin and mayfair. all she'd asked for was the truth, yet she was met with a lie. my old self, coriolanus had told her as she demanded to know who the third was. lucy gray wasn't born yesterday, she could spot a lie from a mile away.

trust was the most important thing to her. trust outweighed love and yes, she had loved him. loved. now, all she could picture was those icy blue eyes gazing into her soul. would he kill her ? she didn't know, but she wasn't taking that chance. she couldn't take that chance. that was why she'd said she was going to pick katniss, her chance to escape and survive. lucy gray wished that she'd heeded dean highbottom's warning, wished that she hadn't let herself fall for the blond. any and all love she felt was gone, now all that was left was the need to flee.

as she kept running, the brunette felt her chest tightening, the crisp air filling her lungs, stinging as her heart raced in her chest. she needed to stop and catch her breath. ducking behind a tree, lucy gray took a moment, the breaths coming out more like gasps as she stayed there. the sound of coriolanus yelling for her caused her to panic more. she wasn't a fighter, he outpowered her anyway, but she could run. she could hide.

when she spotted the snake, lucy gray decided that she'd try to buy herself some time, dropping the scarf he'd given her to cover it up. she knew by looking at it that the snake wasn't venomous, it wouldn't hurt him too badly if he got bitten. it would just slow him down enough for her to get away. after the distraction was set, the brunette began to run again, hoping that the wind in the trees would cover up any noise that came from her feet on the ground.

it wasn't until she was hidden by a tree on the outer part of the woods that she'd realized her earring had fallen out in all of the chaos. she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. the games weren't over when she'd returned home, these were still the games. her own survival was what mattered. lucy gray almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming toward her, but when she did it was too late to run. whoever it was had only been two paces from her now, and with how tired she was, they'd most likely be able to catch her if she ran. her eyes shut tightly as she braced herself for the figure to come closer, assuming it was coriolanus coming to kill her, to finish tying up the loose ends.

❝ just get it over with, ❞ the words came out more shaky than she'd intended. she wasn't usually one for giving up, but she knew that she had no more energy to keep running. if coriolanus had found her, then he won.

[jasminexbaudelaires]

Kids today…I swear. I always thought I was a smart, inquisitive kid growing up. Even when I worked at the hospital, I almost always had the answers to their random questions. But now this kid legit just made me question everything I know with one simple question. We were grooming the horse at the end of our session, he put the brushes up, and then he turned around and out of the blue asked me whose name was Bingo - the farmer or the dog. I just…I think I need to go lay down.

[shadowedresolve]

Toshiro must have lost his mind.

He's thought that exact thing several times before, but it's never been as starkly obvious - or as utterly terrifying - to consider as it is right now. And yet somehow, despite the cold sweat he's broken into and the state of denial he can't seem to break out of, he clings to the thought like a lifeline, because the alternative possibility - that he is, in fact, completely sane after all - is even more terrifying to consider.

He wants to laugh to himself hysterically, and for a moment, he almost does just that - letting out a strange, high-pitched chuckle that honestly sounds rather desperate. But then he shakes his head and finally asks the question on his mind-

"You- what are you...!? There's no way you're human, right...?"

@tvstarkuma ( starter! )

[cosmicallybound]

     ❝   i   must   say,   what   a   brilliant   speech   you   gave,   darling.   ❞   the   witch's   applause   echoed   in   the   palace's   hallowed   halls   as   she   approached   heira,   supple   flesh   curled   into   a   bemused   smile.

@rustbriar | x

[feroluce]

Hello!! I came here because I was informed you had some Wriowinne headcanons and ramblings to share? Would it be alright for me to ask for some 👉👈 (or as much as you want to share please I'm desperate for food)

OH BOY DO I.

I feel you anon, I've been shipping them like...since the PV. So I've been stuck in utter absolute hell, getting nothing but father&daughter content from the fandom (shoutout to @hydrachea for being able to dual wield and letting me talk ship to her, light of my life fr weh). I'm hoping now that 4.1 has been out for a little bit, we'll get some more of them, though. I've dug through our dms, and found a hc that takes place after 4.1. So spoilers for that archon quest, but no leaks are involved!

Anyway, I love thinking about how close they cut it at the climax of 4.1, and the aftermath of it all.

Sigewinne somehow finding out what happened down there at the bottom of Meropide while she was evacuating the inmates, and like. She knows what the stakes were. The Primordial Seawater could not be allowed to rise. Clorinde made the right decision in shooting the gate lock. Even if it had killed Wriothesley, it still would have been the right decision.

That doesn't mean it's not a bitter pill to swallow.

Sigewinne can usually put it out of mind during the day, especially when she's busy treating patients, but it's harder when she's asleep. She dreams of the evacuation, and the alarm blaring, and waiting and waiting and waiting, and Clorinde walking past, alone, with her head down and her fists shaking, until Neuvilette finally approaches. Wriothesley isn't with him.

And Neuvilette's face doesn't really show much. It never does. But Sigewinne is close enough to the surface that she can hear the absolute downpour raging outside as Neuvilette tells her that he's sorry, he's so so sorry, and he gives her a gray and black and red coat, so soaked through with Primordial Seawater that he'd been afraid to let anyone else touch it, and the fur collar is matted and wet against Sigewinne's face when she clutches it close-

Sigewinne jolts awake, grasping at whatever is in her reach, which just happens to include Wriothesley's arm. His eyes almost immediately fly open, slurring out a mix of what's goin' on and what's wrong, and then a do we need to evacuate and poor Sigewinne, she feels awful. He hasn't been sleeping as well since the almost-flood, every little sound wakes him up now.

(There are nights where she'll wake up alone, and if she goes looking, she'll find Wriothesley, still in his sleep clothes and looking exhausted, down under their secret passage and staring at Neuvilette's seal over the sluice gate. Like he's keeping watch over it, or just daring it to try and do something.

Whenever she finds him like this, Sigewinne tells him to come on, come back to bed, and he'll keep his eye on it until the last possible second, but generally Wriothesley comes when called, and he'll let her lead him away. On his worse nights, he'll tell her to go back without him, he can't sleep anyway, he's going to stay down here for just a little while longer. He'll be back later. And she does occasionally go back to bed, but most of the time she stays, because she doesn't like the idea of him alone down there. Sigewinne will tuck herself into his side, or she'll get him to relax his guard just enough to lay with his head in her lap, and they'll stay there like that until Wriothesley finally decides he can bear to leave it alone and go back to bed with her.)

So with all that in mind, when she accidentally wakes him up, Sigewinne quickly gets her breathing back under control and pets his hair until he relaxes again. She tells him it's fine, everything is ok. Meropide is safe. Their home and everyone in it is safe. Go back to sleep. He needs his rest if he's going to go up to the overworld for supplies in the morning. She'll go sleep in the infirmary, she just had a nightmare, is all (the truth), it was nothing, she barely even remembers it anymore (a lie).

Sigewinne doesn't even make it out of bed, though, because when she tries to go, she finds her wrist suddenly caught. She turns back and Wriothesley is squinting up at her face, human night vision isn't nearly as good as a Mélusine's. They sit there like that for a moment, until she can see through the expression on his face that he's come to some sort of decision. Wriothesley pulls her back in and Sigewinne lets him, lets him rearrange them into something more comfortable. It's easy to give up when it's him, she didn't truly want to leave anyway. By the time he makes a satisfied little huff into her hair, Sigewinne is tucked under his chin, her face against his chest, one arm wrapped around her to keep her there. She pats his side and tells him ok, ok, she gets it. She won't go anywhere.

Wriothesley buries his face in her hair and sighs at that, something deeper and more content that hilariously reminds Sigewinne of a dog asleep on the floor. "Good." Wriothesley sounds like he's already half-asleep again. His arm still tightens around her waist though, just to make a point. "How could I sleep, when I know you're off somewhere crying alone?"

Sigewinne touches her cheek, and sure enough, it's wet? She has tear tracks. No wonder Wriothesley had been staring at her so hard. She hadn't even realized. And she opens her mouth to protest because she wasn't crying, some tears in her sleep doesn't count, but. Wriothesley is already asleep again, breathing slow and deep and even, and his arm is heavy and warm around her, and his sleep shirt is soft and comfortable against her face, not at all like the fur-collared coat in her dreams.

Sigewinne gives in again, curls into all that warmth and wraps herself up in it, until it lulls her back to sleep.

[divikinesis]

SAMUEL WOULD BE AN IDIOT if he did not know who this man was – surface-level, at least. Who wouldn't know him and his moustache, after all?

...If this had been a deliberate meeting on his part, he wouldn't be nearly as nervous as he feels. There's anxiety rising the moment he looks to the side and notices just who is right there, in close proximity. He traces the place, tries to study where he is at. Lost, maybe. So caught up had he been with paperwork that he absent-mindedly sat here. Was he on the wrong side of the city? Did he sit there to let him know?

He feels his bag shake, he keeps his papers steady with his hands, gripping tight as he stares back at @x1968 , pushing himself to speak.

"I'm sorry, have I... overstepped?"

[villainsrph]

pack #1 example ft. theme, pinned post, post banners, detailed blockquote icons, divider, promo, dash icons, & header !

[lunaetis]

why is she so beautiful i'm on my knees ...

[quietlyblooms]

thank you guys for giving me the push i needed to purge my drafts :’ )) i need to do the same for my inbox, buuuuuut that’s a lil different and doesn’t stress me out to look at. i more so view my inbox as the place i go to for inspo uvu

[byanyan]

been picking at the stuff at the top of my drafts this evening..... got five lil things in the queue rn that i think i'm gonna set to post tomorrow, but i'm also like. gonna keep going for a bit longer, see if i can't get a few more done too uvu

[sorrowveined]

Maria may be lonely, but she supposes it's nothing less than she deserves.

Before, just thinking of everything that's happened over the past few weeks had been so agonizing that she'd wanted nothing more than to tear out her hair and scream until she couldn't anymore. Now, that feeling may have dulled a little, and she's even been able to smile again since, yet... it doesn't feel like healing. Though the threat of eternal night may have passed, to Maria, the world still feels darker than ever.

But it's not like she isn't trying to move forward. Maria still doesn't want to throw away the things she values or let herself become useless in the face of injustice - and for that reason, she needs to find the strength inside her to go on; to find something worth living for even when she's now on her own. ...Well, maybe she's not entirely alone. There's Juste, who did save her life and call her family, even if he doesn't quite understand her in the way she wishes someone would. And then there's Alucard...

Maria doesn't really know how to feel about him. His stoic nature makes him difficult to read, and she never had the chance to speak much with him at all - all she really knows about him is that he's a half-vampire and the son of Dracula. But maybe that lack of knowledge is what's been making her so curious. Has he ever struggled with his nature as a dhampir, and as the son of someone who hurt and killed so many? Did it hurt him, to kill his father with his own hands? Has he doubted himself or doubted the world he lives in? Has he ever felt lonely?

...It's difficult to imagine someone as legendary as him as someone who lives and feels like the rest of them, but Maria knows that thinking that way is unfair. Deep down, though... maybe it's just that a part of her wants to hope that maybe he could understand. Their stories may not be the same, but the similarities between their circumstances - no matter how slight - are enough to make her want to confide in him, even with the possibility that she'll be let down. But in the end... she doesn't really know how to ask, or if she even can.

"Are you staying, then? Or are you going with Richter?" Gazing out over the horizon, she sits next to Alucard, watching the world as it goes by - a world utterly oblivious to her feelings. "Or are you going to travel again? Juste said that's what you were doing before."

@arvkado ( starter! )

[lgcsori]

we see each other again

making friends have never really been sori’s priority, always valuing studying and practice higher. she used to be bad at making friends because she saw everyone as her rival or enemy, now she’s not sure why it’s so difficult to make friends. not that she feels like she’s lacking in friends, she doesn’t have a lot, but she’s happy with what she got. but she stayed up late the other night, wondering why it was so difficult, and did she need to care about it?

walking into the cafeteria today she’d decided on something, she wouldn’t sit with her members, she’d sit with a stranger and attempt to befriend them. sori wasn’t that brave though, and though she managed not to sit with her members, she walks over to a familiar face that she just hasn’t seen in a hot minute. “hey haneul” she attempts to smile to the other “mind if i sit here with you?” please say yes, please, sori doesn’t have the strength to ask more than one person today.

GO! @lgchxneul

[iniziare]

“Have you seen the reports?” Came in query, his pitch elevated just sufficiently as to show the exasperation caught therein, enough to insinuate that he all but knew the answer to come. “Tevinter’s once-proud banners now look more like a public relations disaster. Slave uprisings, internal power struggles, and a magisterial scandal so juicy even the Chantry couldn’t help but gawk.” A sigh ensued, all but utterly dramatic in nature of course, all to match the wave of a hand, as if in gesture to brush away the entirety of the sordid affair. "And before you say it, yes, I’m well aware it’s hardly surprising. But tell me, do your associates—your... people— watch all this floundering about with satisfaction? Or is it just another tedious mess for the pile?”

Starter call: Dorian // @lastburden (The Iron Bull!)

[deaiustitia]

@hexedevolution 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻.

After the latest attack in the city, Caitlyn's obsession with her investigation she spent hours, days, months of research on, it only grew further in her mind. It was a constant thought, a frustrating fixation in the back of her mind that kept nudging her day and night. It hammered and hammered her head, until the truth was all she could think about.

Everything she had found so far always revolved around one aspect of the investigation: those odd symbols. Childish and colourful at a first glance, however eerie and a mock to all the death that they had left behind.

If she found the person behind those, she would find the main culprit behind all of the undercity dodgy affairs and the reason behind Progress Day's attack.

And she indeed could catch that criminal, safety could be brought back to both cities. She had to follow her guts and finally give a sense to the dots she had been trying to connect for so long.

"Viktor?" there was a polite knock on the door before she made her way into Jayce and his partner's lab. A small plaster on her brow was the last sign of the injuries she had sustained during the explosion.

"I hope I'm not intruding." the heels of her boots echoes against the cold floor, her eyes finding it easy to spot the young man where she knew she'd likely find him.

"I was wondering if you can assist me with something."