#* VERSE; TBA.

[marshalforgotten]

@cosmicxblossoms continued from {x}

The fight was something eyes witnessed on accident, as she was merely traveling across nations via In-between. The thought of leaving it be crossed her mind, as what right did she have to intrude upon another's territory? Those thoughts were changed however, once soul sight beheld this so-called "Bone King"; seeing his wretched state of the spirit.

She may know very little of the individual personally, but watching one's own kind be reduced to such a deplorable condition felt unnerving if not downright insulting. No, she would not stand for this. Thus did concealed primate inform Maya that she would be out of town for an indefinite amount of time. Keeping up her human appearance happened to be important, but this felt more so.

MK's words temporarily gave her pause, making a frown appear on countenance. She supposed him taking notice eventually would be inevitable, but changing tactics did present challenges at times.

"...And so does the pot call the kettle black," she muttered, before promptly turning to face him with a faux grin and hands akimbo to sides. "Requesting help, from a thief? You and that famous warrior truly are in a real pickle, huh? I suppose I can help, since you asked so nicely." Strangely enough, hidden baboon felt that this would be needed, so she endeavored to drain plenty of medical herbs dry beforehand.

[drrobctnik]

@maaskuline

he was new to the whole G.U.N business; not exactly a greenhorn, but a little wet behind the ears. still, julius had just turned 24, and was slowly trying to make his way up the ranks of G.U.N's frankly bizarre 'status' system. it was infuriatingly annoying trying to navigate what exactly he was supposed to do or say in order to impress enough to be risen up a rank.

julius stood at 6'3", trying not to slouch as much nowdays but couldn't help it. he also struggled with eye contact, primarily because everybody here always looked so serious. did his best to emulate them, not wanting to tarnish G.U.N's name or reputation while out and about in the field or while on missions. though, lately, julius had been noting that G.U.N's methods were... er, different than what he had expected of a military's to be.

his thought was that their job was to protect the people of earth first and foremost, and then the planet itself. G.U.N's higher ups, however, felt it was more important to keep the shareholders & those that helped fund the military happy and pleased. which meant following government orders & working so closely together with them. julius hadn't enjoyed that.

he also hadn't enjoyed his own work being passed over or looked down upon. what was so wrong with building machines with the intent to help people? to help enrich the planet; to shield nature and revitalize it? didn't these people realize that earth's resources and it's nature were finite if they weren't careful with it??

a sigh huffed from julius, as he pushed his hair back and his bangs fell against his eyes again. he should probably look into cutting his bangs, that or slicking his hair back somehow. wouldn't do him any good to be caught unawares by something just because he couldn't see past his own bangs.

"maybe i should just quit..." it's muttered, mostly to himself, turning to head into the break room that G.U.N used for it's lower-ranked soldiers. the higher ups had their own wing/unit and quarters. julius'd even heard talk of some high ranking G.U.N members having their own bedrooms / mini-apartments around certain bases--

not paying attention, julius nearly slams into someone that was leaving, "sorry," he starts, then glances up and stills. he's looking down at probably one of the most muscular men he's seen in a while, since he'd quit the gay club. jesus, those arms. no focus julius.

"....are you new here?"

[ymirgel]

⸻ 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.

my commission from @/mehyann on twitter came in my email just as valentine's day is upon us! look at how remarkable their art style is! im practically frothing at its beauty.

[sirenum]

@el-perro-rabiosa tempted fate;

Darkness laid like a blanket over the Konni building, all was still and peaceful within those fortified walls, bar a few security guards, though their ranks were gradually being thinned by the dog prowling the corridors, until she finally made it to the high-security private apartment at the top of the building.

Deft hands worked away at the lock on the door, hidden in the shadows of night, until the door swung open, revealing a rather angry looking Makarov

."Ah... I told them stealth isn't my thing." Freya muttered, giving a light shrug as she stood to her full height, quirking an eyebrow as she looked up at the slightly taller man. "I expected you to be taller."

Makarov would look down at Freya his eyes not flickering a single ounce of emotion even after her callous words. He was tall enough in his eyes , plus it wasn't like height necessarily meant anything when one was trying to cause destruction and unleash horrors that would twist the most fragile of minds.

However this insect before him had been a pain in his side for far to long. A little bug that had taken more than it could chew and now shed face the consequences to her actions

" замолчи. Do not speak unless you're spoken to грызун. "

How Makarov wished to ring her neck right now. The audacity that she was here..attempting to break into his "home" was despicable. Repulsive and invasive.

He was the only one who should be allowed to break into the lives of others. The only one to destroy... so having someone attempt and fail painfully was repulsive and disgusting to him.

" you have one minute to explain before you get a bullet through your skull... or even I'll make it more fun. I will shoot both your shoulders and then plant the last one right between your pathetic eyes."

[quantumstarpaths]

@hoovedrycal said: " It is called morphing, it is an ability that we Cervids have."

Blue eyes widened as he looked at the other, a small smile pulling at his lips. He knew he shouldn't treat the other as though he were a science experiment, but there was certainly something fascinating about this ability, and Paul was unable to help himself when there was something fascinating.

"Morphing..." He turned the word over in his mind. It certainly made enough sense, and was easy enough to figure out. "How does it work?"

[b0kksu]

❝ play. ❞ the man uttered , bloody lip split ’pon the knuckles of a now very dead man. a dead man who's blood decorated Sukuna's knuckles , branding him victor ⸻ the god of his life and death in a moment of violent delight. unwinding his tie to lay over hulking , onyx piano body , he sat down right next to his captive and smiled. this beautiful little caged bird. Sukuna could remember the night he'd first entered these halls as a little ol�� grunt scrappy , hungry , young. the hunger risen in the face of this particular bird trapped in a cage gilded , watching the bird suffocate and struggle in the hands of a fist; opulence , breeding , there in the pale skin of this little beautiful man. how long has it been? how long has he fantasized this snowy bird playin’ a melody by his leave. ❝ play , and I'll release you safe and sound back into the world. ❞ he'd climbed , cheated , lied to get here “king , king upon high sitting on bodies , on bodies , piled o’ so tall that the sky grew dark”; he damn well would get his desires met.

      HIS HEART IS ABLAZE, FLUTTERING, FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. Crimson, it splatters across the pristine keys as he looks to the side quickly, the smell is thick, metallic, oozing on his tongue as he finally swallows the pit in his throat. Private parties, he knew better than to take them on, rich people are a nuisance - always up to no good, he understands, a trust fund child with too much talent to burn. Concert halls that echoed in a roaring sea of applause, they love him, the entirety of the country does.

       Angelic, seraphic, they believe his talent is bestowed by the Heavens, he is their God && so many wish to be swept away in the enchantment of his devil-may-care attitude. Never does he think of it for too long, the lingering of pleasantries wrapped up in listless prayers, Satoru knows his role, he is the entertainer that shall awaken the confines of the soul be it the damned or the beloved.

           “Bastard” he seethes, gritting his teeth before spitting out the syllables with a venom && defiance, “I told you to stop, not kill the guy” irritation that is rampant as he steadied his breathing. Elongated fingers, adorned in gold && diamonds, a spoiled bird locked within his gilded cage, he reaches for the shiny black bottle of impossibly expensive liquor. The glass is cracked, half melted ice, he pours it to steady his nerves while the swill burns the remnants in his mouth, gagging, an impossibly crude sight. A wise quip wishes to depart from the bastion of his merlot stained lips, red, it looks otherworldly on a marble statue that comes to life with each stroke, every note, if one listened, they could hear him humming along.

          How could this occur? Satoru wasn’t sure, it was quick, this terrifying large being that takes up the space between them, his slender frame that trembles in terror && excitement. One moment he hears the vulgar flirtatious remarks, the next, the man is dead && he is left too stunned to scream. Men of lesser station, they often did fall that way, he thinks it to himself while the dark rim of his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. Stormy blue hues, concentrated && each note dances before him in a symphony where he remembers his start.

           The prodigal son, a beacon of innocence with his boyish charm, he doesn’t like to remember, doesn’t like to look back, only forward. For a second, he stops && appears to be an entity from another era. White lashes fluttering as he turns, looking up, his throat impossibly dry. “Do you take me to be a songbird that shall once more be granted flight?” pattering violently, his pulse is screaming, the organ in his chest is ready to leap from the cavern onto the floor, he must swallow it. Then he smiles, fully fanged, teasing in his mischief.

        "This piano is custom made - what a rude man, dirtying my beloved instrument”   

[chronal-anomaly]

@clawsextended asked:

[ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety. @clawsextended I just think every so often selina deserves to do the hero thing. || nonverbal conversations ( accepting. )

If Lena were conscious enough to do more than groan and shift her weight, she'd be quipping at the woman in some perpetual back-and-forth the pair always shared. The ground spun by her, quickly, nauseatingly, and she resisted the urge to get sick again. Selina would kill her if she ruined the catsuit.

Hard concrete found her, body deposited in a heap behind something that could be called cover. Behind her, the petty criminals - four, they seemed manageable - scattered, their boots slamming into the ground as they attempted their escape.

New to the city and already causing trouble. There was something to be said there, a lesson learned in the dark red that stained the front of her t-shirt. Lessons, painted in blood, scorched in scars, and left alone in the gutter.

Lena grasped at the tendrils of consciousness, weaving them together into awareness. The cool rain felt pleasant on her feverish skin, dark sky looming above. Tacky blood dribbled from the crown of her head, and something gaped and pulled at her sternum. Whatever they had shot her with wasn't pleasant.

Grasping in the mud for a phone, a weapon, something concrete that she could hold. The cat being her savior felt real, felt close, but memories are unreliable things and moving wasn't quite an option yet. For now, Selina was gone from the limited view she had. Lena pressed a sigh through her teeth.

"Bollocks."

[narumakiii]

❛  ne are you sure it's alright for me to sit down here with you ? ❜ as conflicts have melted away ( mostly ) thanks to the shinobi alliance it was RATHER FRESH still to sit with shinobi in their camp & share a meal. naruto was not opposed to it at all though ; quite the opposite even. whiskered man felt a well known presence nearby, purple rising to azure hues as ANGER grew. but he didn't act on it. he'd learned that NOTHING ever seemed like it did on the outside. he'd simply see where this chance of a meeting would go before judgement.

@valkyrrhic

[recre8ed]

@flybcll said → " it tastes better than it looks. " ( src. / accepting. )

Okonomiyaki doesn't look like the sort of dish that Hakkai would have selected if given the choice, but he's sure the hesitation to dig right in has given his newfound companion some level of reservation about having picked it. As such, Hakkai can't help feeling a little sheepish about his own behavior and guilty over his unreadability.

"I don't doubt that," Hakkai concedes. He had, after all, been the one to ask for recommendations. "It's different from the sort of thing I'd have sought out for myself. I'm not particularly picky, though, so there's no need to assure me about this sort of thing."

As if to back up his words, Hakkai promptly digs in. As expected, it's a perfectly serviceable dish; he'll have to tell Goku about it when they meet again.

[marshalforgotten]

Four monks, four primates. Who do YOU think would represent each celestial monkey well?

[thusaliar]

@asternovi: [ inspection ] Carlo inspects P for injuries after they fought a carcass together. "You have to be more careful..." ｡･ﾟﾟ･🦋 - from 🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

✧ ˚ · .

Turning back the time without Sophia wasn't a possibility for him anymore; if he got destroyed, it would be the end for him. Still, even knowing that, he was reckless in a fight. P could take a lot of damage and still get fixed, he was a puppet after all. His brother, on the other hand, was not. Perhaps he wasn't as human as he used to be, with everything that had happened to him, but Carlo's body was still much more fragile.

P huffed softly, letting Carlo check on the damage. One of the carcasses got too close, and P jumped between it and his brother. He defeated it in a matter of seconds, but it managed to hit just before that. With one eye closed due to some of the scratches landing uncomfortably close to it, P looked at his brother. The wound he was inspecting was much deeper than the scratches on his face.

"I'm fine." he said shortly, coming off a bit rougher than he intended. After all, he wasn't used to being taken care of like this. Up until Carlo woke up him, P always fought alone and took care of his damage alone. Having Carlo fuss over it was new and not unwelcome either. P simply didn't know how to react.

The damage the carcass managed to do luckily wasn't anything serious, but would still require taking care of. The equivalent of bleeding to death for a puppet would be the loss of oil that kept his body on and moving. He could shut down if he lost too much of it and that could be an issue. P reached for his belt but sighed when his hand landed on a discharged pulse cell. Well, that's unfortunate.

"I'm out of pulse cells." he admitted to his brother, looking away. Perhaps the odd feeling in his chest was shame or guilt. Requiring getting fixed and the lack of pulse cells would clearly slow them down now.

"Are you alright?" P finally asked, raising his hand to rest in on Carlo's shoulder, trying to draw his attention.

[awkwardcourage]

starter | @soulmissed

It's a rarity in New York to see the same person twice. There are some regulars that come to the shop, but that's different. It's not a random person on the street. Hughie's never interacted with him, but he sees him, a lot. A teenager, just a kid. Always with a backpack and yet Hughie always sees him within school hours.

It's tricky. It's not a good idea to just walk up to a kid and ask why they're not in school. He doesn't want to phone the police either and get the kid into trouble. He knows nothing about him, but he still gets the feeling that something isn't right. So, for a time, Hughie is stuck, frowning after the young figure dwarfed by the bag on his shoulders.

Hughie had been convinced that there would never be an opportunity to figure things out, but it arrived sooner than he expected. One was going out, another going in and they colided. Hughie nearly sent the kid sprawling.

"Whoa, hey, hey, are you alright?"

[s-099]

NINETY  -  NINE  ,  FIRE  TYPE  GYM  LEADER  !        verse  link  . 

[starsasunder]

@wingedthorne, cont. from here.

Though nostalgia was often wont to color the memories of childhood golden, Penacony was somehow exactly as she remembered it - neither dimmed nor brightened by the years. The din of the Reverie brought memories rushing back, and as Inanna stepped lightly from the ship that had brought her hence, she clutched her suitcase close and peered up in wonder. But she had little time to appreciate it, her thoughts derailed by the sudden murmur that rushed through the surrounding crowd. She had just enough time to spot him before they closed in, the mob of awaiting paparazzi pressing close as cameras flashed and newshounds yelled for her companion's attention.

Robin, the darling of Penacony, had returned home at last, and of course her brother was there to greet her. As shouts rose around them, the Bloodhounds pressed in, shoving back the most aggressive of the reporters. Space cleared around them and Inanna missed what was said between siblings in the midst of the chaos, spacing out a bit as she nervously edged closer to the pop star's side, Robin her lighthouse amidst the storm. It took only a few moments for the crowd to be pushed back and some amount of calm to be restored, but during that time Inanna receded into her thoughts, so much so that she did not notice his approach until he was upon her.

“Ah, Miss Issar, it’s lovely to have you with us again,” Sunday said with a smile barely concealed as he offered her a welcoming bow, “and I see you’re our newly esteemed vendor for spirits. May I take this as a sign that you will be spending some time on Penacony? And if so, may I consider this the beginnings of a wonderful partnership between The Family and the Luofu?”

Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice, familiar and yet much deeper than she recalled. Dragging her gaze away from the Reverie's grand sights, she greeted him with a smile that grew quickly once she spotted his own. "Sunday," she breathed, finding that the noise of the landing platform faded away entirely when she focused on him - a blessed relief for someone who disdained crowds as much as her.

Her hand had been taken as if on cue, gloved hand holding it firm as Sunday brought it up to press a chaste kiss ‘pon her fingers. Golden eyes flickered up to her, his smile pressed faint before he pulled away. Time and presentation, immaculate as ever. To an outsider, he was merely greeting an old friend in pleasant surprise. “Hm, yet you must wish to settle in your rooms. I will call upon you this evening – unless you wish for an earlier time?”

"I see you're still a charmer," she huffed, a faint flush of color rising to her cheeks as his lips ghosted across her knuckles. "Do you have any idea how good it is to see you?" For a moment he stunned her, all effortless grace in a way he had never been when they were children. Then she remembered herself, and all the training she had undergone to be a sufficient representative for her family's business enterprise.

Sketching a Xianzhou-style bow in return, she rose and tucked a silvery-blue curl behind her ear, needing something to fidget with. "Later is fine. I know Robin has an entire itinerary to fulfill, and I bet the two of you would like some time to catch up." She could take some time to settle into her suite, perhaps explore the dreamscape a bit on her own. She would vastly prefer that to the storm of politics and pleasantries that would inevitably follow in these two's wake.

[ch4nticle]

❝ I've missed this place so, ❞ Miriam says with real relish, turning on her toe in a little twirl as they walk underneath the Bell. In the dim, dark, dusty Necropolis - she glows, as if lit by some invisible force. If she notices the glance that Bellara gives her because this is her third time since they'd managed to clear out the Venatori and her twenty-second time saying it since they'd entered the Necropolis, she doesn't give any sign. Her smile is a bit abashed as she turns toward Emmrich, securing her staff into place on her back again. ❝ I've missed you too - and you, Manfred, of course - you look thinner. Have you been eating? I told Myrna to look after you. ❞ This is also the third time she's made this joke.

@breathandshadow didn't like, i just have a mighty need for something a little cute.

[feiiizhu]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⟡⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅|| @bolinity - liked!

ㅤㅤ❝𝓗as anyone ever told you how cute your turtle-duck-butt hair is?❞