#((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.

[cursedfortune]

Her obsidian gaze squinted, enjoying the liveliness of the people as the yearly festival settled in for the week. As per tradition the witch had brought out her stand on wheels, one used solely for six days of fortune telling only to be converted on the last day into a lucky stand. A kissing booth, as it were. The final days of a festival were always the most potent with potential, ripe for her to bless mortals with her favor or curse them for the year. Though the tales of the morbid witch have gone quiet as the eras passed, Mortem still found herself amused by the mortals that dared approach the colorful and yet ominous booth. Fortunes? It said and beneath it sat the witch, an easy going smile as her fingers traced the wood. Try your luck! The sign below her encouraged. Luck? At what? Mortals come and go. Some receive good fortune, a blessing in some manner. Others are politely rejected, disappointed by their potential - a curse in hopes they'd be better next year. The rare few she stares at with a sharpened gaze that almost is something akin to disgust. They flee her when her hand twitches, as if to grab for something that isn’t there. How does one win a game of fortune when it has no rules? Mortem’s attention shifted then, settling upon them. A look of knowing that comes and goes as her gaze is dragged elsewhere - scouting for potentials to beckon with a single glance. A vague but knowing smile curved its way upon her ashen lips, as if the outcome was one she has seen already.

Information to take part is below the cut.

I haven't done this in a while but here we are. If any of this isn't clear to you, just inquire. This is set up so that if you have any muse(s) interested in having their fortune read, they need only approach her stand. Consider it an open starter. To take part you can either: Send an ask with your muse approaching and stating the kind of fortune they wish to have read or if you'd prefer it in the style of a thread, tag me in a separate post. And people who prefer to do it on Discord can just shoot me a DM or tag me in our server. :)

Mortem will give a reading based on what you're inquiring about (subject-wise). The past, present, future. Something specific, something generalized? You can ask for a tarot, palm or crystal ball reading. If you want to provide your own cards for the tarot reading, you can. I'll have Mortem pull by default.

So be sure to arrived with a question! And if you want something more specific, just ask me. ^^

A heads up: There is a chance for Mortem to physically touch your muse(s), lightly kiss their face or hand depending if she believes they deserve a strong blessing of good fortune. There is also the high chance she'll bless or curse someone once it is over. Obviously you don't have to do anything with it, but this is her area of expertise so if you come for a fortune reading please note it will happen and there's no slipping out of it/dodging her blessings or curses. To receive absolutely nothing means she might show up later with a knife. :)

Good luck!

[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 ...

[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.

[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

[goddessrisen]

     ❝   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

[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."

[howthesleeplesswander]

@badboysupr liked this post for a starter! || ((IT'S TIIIIIME for the long-awaited reunion these sweethearts deserve! ;W;/ ❤️❤️))

"No way. No fuckin' way!"

Finn's crowing rang through the dingy alley and echoed up to the concrete overpass above. The rundown neighborhood was abandoned so late on a chill winter night, letting him enjoy the melancholy of cars rumbling overhead as a sluggish, fluffy-flaked snowfall coated the streets. He hadn't seen another soul on the way back to his hideout until the figure he'd just spotted in the distance—but he'd recognize that curly moptop anywhere.

Picking up the pace, he waved his arms as he trotted over, his grin wide and bright. "If it ain't Leo Valdez! Holy shit, man, are you a sight for sore eyes. Glad to see you're still alive and kickin' after all this time. What's it been? Two years? Three?"

Far shorter than it felt like, considering all that had happened since they'd last seen each other. Back then Finn had been an entirely different person, but damn, this kid hadn't aged a day! Was that a perk for all the world's magic kids? Lucky bastards.

"I wandered my way back to Pasadena on a whim a few weeks ago, but I sure never thought I'd run into you here again." He rubbed his hands together against the cold, blowing on his fingers before tucking them into the pockets of his tattered jacket. "You better not tell me you're squattin' in those same manufacturing plants again, or I just might think you missed me, too."

[leadersguilt]

jean probably goes from calling his mum ma as a kid to calling her maman by the end of that second timeskip and i just think thats neat.

[magistralucis]

Hi sorry to bother you but I am on a bus and was killing time on tumblr as I noticed something; have you noticed that many incredible artists and writers consistently drawing/writing Orikan with a veil? And Trazyn with extra luxuriously clothed blanket burrito(with beautiful hand writing and golden paint covered hands) as necrontyr??

YOU single handedly changed the perspective of many people how these two were flesh and blood, dear. How do you feel about that?? 🥰👌😌

Hey there! I have noticed an uptick in scribe!Trazyns and veiled Orikans, tis true, but I don't think that was me as much as the fandom itself inspiring and re-inspiring each other in endless parallels 🤣 There are so many incredible artists + writers out there, making a huge output of character interpretations to choose from, and certain traits from said interpretations are bound to cycle over time. Such is the beauty of a community like this.

Still, I am very happy for (and thankful to! 💖) the people whom I know were directly inspired by Unravel. As well as the many other pieces I've kicking around in here, god knows that stuff actually needs sorting out for easy browsing sjhghghghghth

[showduo]

from starter prompts | ❝ let me help you. ❞ | @cider ( 3 / 3 )

         " ah, but i'm not a baby anymore. you don't have to help me. " he whines and argues with her, trying his hardest to get his bowtie looking decent, at the very least - yet he was clearly sucking at it. " tsk, " i swear i followed the youtube tutorial down to every step, why does it look like shit ? " jinhae grumbles, staring at himself in the mirror, " why did you want me to wear this today, anyway ? where are we going ? "

[always-together]

@paririeofmxses liked for a starter with Aragonite!

When Garnet arrived at the familiar desert town this time around, she made sure she shifted into an outfit appropriate for both the setting and who she was hanging out with. A violet cowgirl outfit with star-shaped spurs and buckles, and a wide hat that covered her entire square hairdo. It had been far too long since she had caught up with Aragonite, her rodeo-loving Gem friend, and she was intending to remedy that right now.

Off she went throughout the town, passing the saloons and townsfolk and during her best to look inconspicuous. It was only upon spotting Aragonite that she put on a small smirk, pushing up her hat with one finger in an imitation of a cowboy when she was close enough to her.

“Howdy.” She said that with a hint of mischievousness in her voice. “How do you like my look? It’s good to see you again, Aria.”