#03. ↣『 verse ╱ modern 』

[thiefofcrows]

Plotted starter for @lostxtosunlight

       It had been two months since Yuki had officially taken the crow and cup tattoo and joined the Dregs. Raito hadn’t tried to bother them again — Kaz assumed he was too busy with doctor prescribed physical therapy. The thought shouldn't have given him so much satisfaction. Yuki, on the other hand, had spent his time training diligently and taking on jobs here and there as he grew more confident in his skills. They’d begun of course with hand-to-hand combat training and it was clear he already had some skill to begin with. As Yuki grew physically stronger, fighting him became more of a challenge.

       Once Kaz felt satisfied with that progress, he'd introduced knives into the equation — which, much to his delight, Yuki already had significant practice in that area as well. They'd been working on various strategies. Kaz gave Yuki insight into hiding at least two knives in his clothes at all times — which, given the keen way in which Yuki paid attention and, eventually, mastered it, it reminded him of when they were children. Kaz excidedly showing Yuki a new magic trick he'd been practicing, Yuki attempting it himself, Kaz simply delighted to have someone who did more than just feel an obligation to indulge him.

       The art of throwing knives effectively had been next and that took some time — it wasn't an easy skill to learn by any means, but just like with everything else so far, Yuki could eventually hit his target effectively with every throw. The more his skills developed, the more confident in himself he became ... and whatever tender things Kaz felt for Yuki before seemed to grow louder, more insistent. They became more of a heated smouldering thing that was difficult for Kaz to discern the meaning of — but with every stirring, he simply shut it down, burying it deeper.

       Unfortunately for Kaz, it didn't matter; those feelings somehow seemed to rise to the surface again and again. While he always ignored it when he saw it, Yuki's dark eyes often contained something a little heated and inquisitive — as if Kaz were a fascinating puzzle to solve. He wanted it to stop and he wanted Yuki to keep digging deeper simultaneously. It filled him with a sense of dread, terror and desire.

       Now, they were half way through training, having graduated to using Yuki's skill with knives along with hand-to-hand combat. He was slower today, seeming drained — and all Kaz had the mind to do was push him. At one point he swiped one of the training knives from Yuki's hand and dragged him close by the shirt with the other. He slid the training knife along his waist, giving an approximation of stabbing Yuki through the gut.

       ❝In a fight, the enemy will use any excuse, any opening to gain the upper hand. You don't have the luxury of taking it easy because you're not feeling your best. You have to ignore it, grit your teeth and push through. It's either that or you die.❞ Kaz let go of Yuki's shirt, his fist briefly pressing into the others chest just enough to nudge him back as he did so. ❝ Again. Try not to get fatally stabbed this time.❞

[winterreigned]

“Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?” // @theyoungwclf

𝙤𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 , 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚? she cannot help the gaping hole her mouth turns into , a shell-shocked expression over coming her previously stony face. family parties with the tully side of their family had always been a drag , though they had grown even worse as sansa got older. the only saving grace she could find was she was now old enough to hide behind a heavy pour of red wine.

uncle edmure was fine enough , their grandfather too , but their aunt lysa was enough to sour the entire occasion. she was a bitter woman , with vile opinions about robb , she was heavily envious of their mother ( sansa had seen through this since she was a young girl , but her mother held onto hope that they could restore the relationship of their childhood ). her son , their cousin robin , was just simply weird. when he played with bran , he surpassed even him. arya had always said it was because he was breast fed until he was ten , and perhaps this was true. the worst of the lot , however , was her aunt's boyfriend petyr. according to their mother , he had it bad for her as a girl. he was desperate and erratic. aunt lysa , in all of her widowhood , decided this would be the man to bring around ( and in truth , sansa wasn't surprised ).

petyr had a certain knack for being wildly inappropriate. during these parties , he'd hit on their mother , act fine around her aunt , then find sansa , corner her , and try to put the moves on her. it was disturbing , and this man clearly was a pervert. which is exactly what she let slip out of her mouth as he entered their mother's living room. catelyn stark's appall was noted , a gasp and glare coming from her towards sansa. this wasn't typical , usually she was the ' good one ' , would act ever the lady when her mother had company. the heavy pour of wine , however , ( and the several additional ones she had shared with robb and jon prior to their aunt's arrival ) did not allow sansa to simply fall into line.

❝ save me , ❞ she whispers harshly to robb. though , she cannot find herself to muster up an apology. ❝ go stub your toe or something. distract them. ❞ sansa replays her comment in her head ' oh look , aunt homophobe brought the old pervert again. ' OOPS , but not truly. it was well worth it.

[sanktasolntse]

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[shadowxforce]

@deimantaimis (continued from here)

Volo's hand falls to lean naturally on his hip as his other combs through his damp hair in an attempt to make it somewhat more tolerable now that he's out of the storm raging wildly outside. Without the rain showing any signs of stopping in a reasonable amount of time, he suspects they might be trapped here for a spell. But, oh, he can't say he minds when the company he's stumbled upon is so very interesting. Perhaps luck, or some twisted act of divine intervention, is on his side for a change, but only time can truly tell. So, carefully, observes Adaman's reaction to him, or rather, lack thereof. If anything, he seems somewhat caught off guard to hear his name on Volo's lips. And Leafeon doesn't display any signs of familiarity towards him either, nor any distrust for that matter. He calls how Ingo, a man who had the misfortune of being thrust into Hisui through one of the rifts torn into the sky, had no recollection of his life prior to arriving either. It appears the same applies to Adaman in this case.

The corner of his lips quiver upwards into a smile as his hand falls softly to his side. 'It wounds me to hear that you don't remember me, Adaman." If Volo were an actor, he would have no-doubt been one of the best Pokestar Studios had ever seen. His tone is sincere--his voice disheartened, and his expression crestfallen. And, while Togekiss harbors mixed feelings about her partner's actions and goals, she echoes his sentiment with a soft coo as she floats downwards to land in front of Leafeon--as if she, too, is saddened by the realization. "My, I know it's been a while, but I'd like to think I have a fairly memorable face. An unforgettable one, I would even argue." Using his index finger he points at his own cheek while staring at Adaman, as if he expects doing so might trigger some sort of recognition in the man, even if he's perfectly aware of the fact that it won't. "But alas, it seems even my dear friend, Adaman has forgotten about all we've endured!"

With a dramatic flare, he slinks to the ground with a soft plop. His hefty backpack bangs against the earth when it collides with it, and he shrugs it off with a roll of his drenched shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground with a loud thud. "While you might not remember me, I could never forget you! And I'd like to believe fate brought us back together today, so it seems I have no choice but to wait out this storm with you, my good friend, and jog that unreliable memory of yours while I'm at it." He leans against his bag, the wet leather clings to his soaked shirt, and he longs for a nice, warm bath or, at least, a warm towel, but he can't claim he's unused to having to brave storms in far worse situations than this. To him, the memories of centuries ago are still fresh in his mind no matter how man years have passed.

Togekiss, seeing Volo lay down, waddles over to him and nuzzles uselessly against his arm. Her poor snout already fairly wet, and her short fur sticks up uselessly in almost every direction. Absentmindedly, he runs his fingers along her wet feathers as he stares up at the dark ceiling looming above them. "Ah, we used to explore ruins together often…" he sighs, despondent, as if Adaman had just rejected him, but he shakes his head, and perks up a bit, tilting his head back so he can look the other man in the eyes. "But truly ruins and all of their secrets are fascinating! My heart is racing with excitement even thinking about what discovers are still waiting to be uncovered!"

He harbors some knowledge about the former Diamond clan's leader, after all, the Guild had been a cherished resource by most when Sinnoh had still been known as Hisui. He can's begin to claim they were close, but he is confident he knows enough about the other to weasel his way through this conversation, and test the waters of the boundaries he can push, and how much Adaman is willing to trust his claims. But he wasn't exactly lying either--they did know one another, and they had been on friendly terms, as Volo tended to be with everyone, at least for the vast majority of their exchanges before he found himself rejected by Arceus once more. But oh the desire to meet with the God he once worshipped is far from dead, and Adaman's appearance here is a rare of hope--a beacon of something more to come.

[weishaupts]

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[shindahime]

"I mean, i also don't like Xaos. I think he's manipulative and his whole 'for the truth' schtick is total bullshit. But implying he's a rapist is, uh... That's definitely a choice. Not a choice I would make, but a choice."

[drekkavac-moving]

tag dump ... feel free to disregard.

║▌ verse. 01.  the spy who came in from the cold.    //    main. ║▌ verse. 02.  keep your friends close…but your enemies closer.    //    mafia. ║▌ verse. 03.  not your average jedi.    //    star wars. ║▌ verse. 04.  the world belongs to the dead.    //    zombies. ║▌ verse. 05.  daddy’s little girl hunting monsters.    //    supernatural. ║▌ verse. 06.  and then things got stranger.    //    stranger things. ║▌ verse. 07.  a modernized badass historical fantasy..    //    modern royalty. ║▌ verse. 08.  the rebellious princes…and the strong queen.    //    royalty. ║▌ verse. 09.  are you the hunter? or are you the prey?    //    yellowjackets. ║▌ verse. 10.  sink into the wasteland underneath.    //    fallout. ║▌ verse. 11.  straight outta brooklyn..    //    shameless. ║▌ verse. 12.  sharp blades cutting the ice like a dream.    //    figure skater. ║▌ verse. 13.  silver screen pipe dream.    //    actress. ║▌ verse. 14.  she’s a maniac in the ring.    //    boxer. ║▌ verse. 15.  the little russian firefighter.    //    911. ║▌ verse. 16.  i was hurt by bad men. now i hunt them down.    //    criminal minds.

[ghiilanas]

my dumbass getting too excited abt setting this blog up and forgetting to do tags

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[hxllowedblood]

tagdump!

✦ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑩 𝑩𝑬𝑪𝑲𝑶𝑵𝑺. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ ooc. ✦ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑨 𝑹𝑼𝑰𝑵❟ 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ about. ✦ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑻 𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑯𝑶𝑩𝑶. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ memes. ✦ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑰 𝑷𝑼𝑻 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ signal boost. ✦ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑨 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹 𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ self promo. ✦ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑪𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑴𝑬. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ in-character. ✦ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑵. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ headcanons. ✦ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑬. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ aesthetic. ✦ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ queue. ✦ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑰𝑻❜𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑾. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ starter call.

✧ ⠀𝑶𝑯 𝑫𝑹𝑼𝑵𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹.  ▹ bhaal.

𝑹𝑼𝑰𝑵. [ VERSE 01 ]�� ──  ✦ ⠀ ⠀ bg3.

𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑲. [ VERSE 02 ]  ──  ✦ ⠀ ⠀ d&d.

𝑾𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑯. [ VERSE 03 ]  ──  ✦ ⠀ ⠀ superpowered.

𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑯. [ VERSE 04 ]  ──  ✦ ⠀ ⠀ modern.

[laevndrs]

˚₊‧   𝜗𝜚.   𝚃𝙰𝙶   𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙿   :   verses   tags   .

[darkhorned]

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[shiilelagh]

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[shadowxforce]

@deimantaimis

The soft plip-plop of the rain as it strikes the earth utterly consumes the typically quiet and small town as it slowly becomes an overwhelming downpour that threatens to drown everything in its path. Thunder bellows mercilessly against the darkened skies, and lightning briefly illuminates the thick curtain to reveal the worn rooftops, and small pounds that make up Celestic Town before they're plunged into darkness again once it passes. The old buildings tremble at the storm's might, and the windows clatter loud enough to hear through the chaos--as if old ghosts are slamming them shut over and over again. It's not an unfamiliar sound to Volo, he can still vividly recall how the windows in Jubilife village would bang relentlessly during a storm unless they were reinforced. Beyond even that, he can recall how the poorly constructed roof of his childhood home would leak or, worse, save in during storms as grand as this. This town is a far cry from the past, even if it resembles it in some places, but it makes him feel a pang of homesickness whenever he visits it.

Tugging on his hat in a pitiful attempt to avoid getting completely drenched by the storm, he hurries towards the nearest building, Togekiss floating beside him with one wing extended over his head while the other was folded over in an attempt to cover her own. It was a kind gesture, but all it was really doing was making rain drop through her drenched feathers and onto his head. Between his hair clinging to his damp skin, the brim of his hat being weighted down by the water it had managed to collect, and the sheer darkness of the sky, he could scarcely see more than a few feet in front of him. What bad luck to get caught in such a storm while traveling. Togekiss coos softly in his ear, breaking him from his train of thought, as she nods her snout to the left. Though he can't make out what she can, he follows her without hesitation.

Slowly the old shrine in the center of the town comes into view, and he swiftly ducks beneath its crimson roof for shelter, shifting to give Togekiss room to join him. With a sigh, he removed his utterly drenched hat from his equally soaked hair and uselessly tries to pat it dry against his...just as wet shirt and pants. Realizing his efforts are futile, he looks inside of the shrine only noticing, now that he's gotten his footing back, that he's not the only to have taken shelter here for the time being. He can spot the figure of a person with a Pokemon beside them beneath the flickering lights just barely illuminating the shrine. Tucking his hat into the pocket of his pants, he urges Togekiss to follow him inside. His bogged down boots squeak slightly as he enters.

"Ah, so it seems we had the same idea. I hope you don't mind if we join you in waiting out this storm." Togekiss bows politely at the other, but Volo stops in his tracks once he's close enough to actually see the stranger--or rather, a person who isn't a stranger. His breath catches in his throat, and his eyes widen for a moment. There's no way--it's impossible. No, it's not impossible. He's seen this happen before, but the opposite--someone from the present day slipping into the past, so of course this could happen. And, yet, he has a hard time believing his eyes. He swallows around the lump forming in his throat--ah this exciting. This is exhilarating. If he's here, what does that mean for the past? What does that mean for his own attempts to summon Arceus? In the time this man comes from, perhaps he hasn't failed his dream quite yet. Curling his trembling hand into a loose fist to curb the spark of anticipation surging through his veins, he takes a step closer, and raises his voice.

"Adaman?"

[wiredsmi1e]

tags , part three .

[shindahime]

Fungus mention.

[nercorva]

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