#1000 years later

[bedtimescenarios]

Periculum in mora- Part 1?

CW: implied threats, mentions of past abuse, mentions of violence, implied stalking, living weapon whump

Emory clutches the piece of paper so tightly they aren't sure it's still suitable for the evidence bag. If it weren't for the gloves on their hands, they're certain it would disintegrate under their sweat. Their gaze continues scanning the handwriting, which is too neat to be arranged into a sentence so awfully terrifying that they kind of wish they skipped first grade reading lessons. The words seem to pulse on the page, and their breath hitches as a twig cracks nearby.

"You okay?" Lauryn's voice sounds from behind them, and their head whips around to face her.

Emory swallows. When they got this job, they were nothing short of ecstatic- a well-recognized, highly respected detective role at the PD was everything they'd been working for. And they certainly hadn't expected to get it, not with their past, not after the trial. But when they received the acceptance e-mail, they knew they had a shot at catching him. At finally putting that bastard behind bars and reversing the roles after all that time. Still, they expected it to happen on their own terms. Not like this.

For a moment, Emory stares at the body sprawled out on the ground, eyes fixed on the jean pocket where they found the note, surprisingly clean compared to the crimson staining the rest of the scene. To say these recent murders have been brutal would be an understatement. They were carried out with the raw violence of a rabid lion, yet at the same time with incredible surgical precision to ensure prolonged unbearable pain. When Emory was assigned the case, they instantly shut down the possibility of their tormentor being behind them, despite a lingering feeling in the back of their mind that transposed into their nightmares. Now, as they hold that damned piece of paper, that feeling is winning.

Emory's icy eyes meet Lauryn's warm ones, and they step around the pale body and towards their colleague. They don't speak as they hand her the paper, and watch as her eyebrows furrow in confusion- of course she wouldn't know its significance. Why would she? This is so much deeper than its spelling, than its meaning.

Lauryn looks up, and Emory can distinguish a hint of worry on her face. It's something they see quite often- Lauryn is an exceptional detective, perhaps the best they know, but she can get overly involved in cases, not to mention ones so closely tied to her co-workers. Her empathy felt surreal during Emory's first few weeks at the department, especially after what they'd been taught for so long. She showed them what caring truly meant.

"Periculum in mora." Lauryn recites the contents slowly, as if testing the way they roll off her tongue, and Emory's jaw clenches. "Latin. I'll look up the meaning-"

She doesn't have time to reach for her phone because Emory's mouth outpaces them. "Danger in delay."

Lauryn's head tilts to the left, and Emory knows she's waiting for an explanation. A moment passes before they're sure they've composed themselves enough to speak. "He used to say it to me after I tried to run."

Their mind automatically completes the statement with the sound of the whip cracking against their back, their strangled cries contrasting his laugh. They don't share that with Lauryn.

Either way, the woman's frown deepens, small creases forming between her eyebrows. She's trying hard not to show pity, they can tell- they've told her that it's pointless countless times- but Emory can see it flash across her expression. With another look at the note, her nose flares slightly, and she takes in a deep breath.

"Do you think Hayes has something to do with this?" Her words seem calculated, almost as if she's scared of screwing up.

Emory hates it. They also hate how the name alone sends a shiver down their spine. Aden Hayes. Infamous leader of the hitmen network registered in police records as responsible for more than 296 kills. A quarter of which were reported by Emory after they ripped that chip out of their skin and ran until the soles of their feet were nearly detached and half of their wounds re-opened. That man, he's still out there- Emory has known that for a while, since the investigation's leads suddenly started dropping like flies- and now he knows where Emory works.

Emory instinctively runs a finger over the ragged scar on their palm, almost absentmindedly. They try not to recall the memory associated with it. "This is him."

Despite their unfocused gaze, they notice their colleague's body stiffening. "This might just be a coincidence, you know."

They wish that was true. Hell, they wish they could at least believe it, embrace the sweet bliss that is ignorance. They wish their mind didn't flash with images of blood and death and loss and so, so much pain. But that note... it's a taunt, and they know exactly what it means.

"It's him. And he's coming after me."

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[wizard-ilove]

[rebelichor]

@soldier-lodbrok | X

The warning flew right over the armoured knights head, along with dangerous debris that had been caught up in her cyclonic mood.

That was the only way to describe it. This scene of horror and destruction was the outward representation of her own inner-storm of emotions, triggered by the presence of Emmanuel's branded dogs in men's clothing — witch hunters, the scourge of the Kinglands.

Ariadne's fisted hands tightened. Her leather gloves creaked, not that it would be heard over the chaos. Inhaling, she closed her eyes a long moment.

What she could hear were the thunderously loud thoughts of that knight.

Though she told him to run, he remained rooted in place. He meant good. He thought he was helping, reaching out to a monster without a care for his own safety.

She exhaled, and the pulse of her power lessened. Her silver hair raised in one final flutter, and then settled.

The storm seemed to pause. Remnants of a torn building hung in mid-air, an unnatural suspension, and then began to topple back to the earth all at once. The ground shook beneath them from multiple impacts, though they were stood in the centre, as though they were in the one invisible bubble of safety.

At a glance she seemed incredibly lucky. Unbelievably lucky. If one were to look harder... all signs of destruction led back to her.

Ariadne opened her eyes once more, casting a sharp look at the large knight. It was like she hurled a silent accusation at him, a trait she had learned from the men in her life that were in positions of power. Her birth father. The dragon king, Jacob. The mystic king, Somnus. She didn't have to utter one word to convey her dissatisfaction.

"Why are you here?" she asked bluntly. He might not answer her truthfully, or at all, but it wasn't his out loud answer that she keenly listened for.

[flamesofrebirths]

( # FLAMESOFREBIRTHS ): A Phoenix [ φοῖνιξ phoinix | phoenix, phœnix, fenix ] is a long-lived bird that is cyclically regenerated or reborn. Associated with the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by arising from the ashes of its predecessor.

It is only a matter of time before the Twins are no more. The world marches ever closer to its end, and here we chase shadows. Tell me, Brother. Are our efforts in vain ?

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( # OFENGINEERS ): The Enterprise is a mythril-powered ship designed by the father-daughter duo of Cid and Mid Telamon to serve as a "last hope for humanity" should all of Valisthea be lost to the Blight so they might sail to lands hitherto unknown.

This beauty's belly is filled with wonders the world isn't ready for. If the guilds caught wind of what we were up to, they'd all want a piece.

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[emirkubilay]

featuring …

{   emre   bey,   twenty-two,   cis   man,   he/him   }   is   that   emir   kubilay?   a   junior  originally   from   manhattan,   ny,   they   decided   to   come   to   ogden   college   to   study   linguistics.   they’re   the   karma   houdini   on   campus,   but   even   they   could   get   blamed   for   greer’s   disappearance.   **greer’s   childhood   friend

            (   stats.    biography.   connections.   muse tag.  pinterest.  playlist. )

introduction.

✦   full   name.   emir   kubilay ✦   name   meaning.   prince,  local  king   (turkish) ✦   age.   twenty - two ✦   date   of   birth.   may  25,   2000 ✦   place   of   birth.   ankara,   turkey   ✦   ethnicity.   turkish ✦   gender.   cis-male   ✦   pronouns.   he/him   ✦   sexual   orientation.   heterosexual closeted bisexual   ✦   major.   linguistics  ✦   extracurriculars.   soccer  captain,  book  club,  golf,  theatre  collective

background.

Born in Ankara, Turkey. Emir is the eldest son of Aslan Kubilay, a well-known journalist who has worked for several major news outlets; and Yasemin Kubilay, a lawyer and the current permanent representative of turkey to the united nations.

His younger sister was born two years after and while he’s not the worst of brothers, he’s also not the most supportive and he would much rather be an only child. It just would be mentally less exhausting. 

After his mother was appointed as a representative, the Kubilays relocated to New York when Emir was six years old. The move was difficult for him because his English was poor and he was constantly bullied because of his accent. This, however, only pushed him to learn the language as best he could, and it was at this point that he discovered his passion for languages.

tw alcoholism: Despite his father's brilliance and universal adoration, Emir despised him. He was never really present in their lives, not because of work, but because he spent his free time getting wasted (he was so good at concealing his problem that only his family knows about his alcoholism), and when he did spend time with his family, he was a jerk.

Emir grew up spoiled, and even though his feelings for his father were rotten, he was still Aslan's golden boy and favorite. Of course, despite his resentment, Emir wasn't stupid, and he would frequently take advantage of his parents' favoritism towards him.

He began playing golf when he was four years old as a way to "bond" with his father, and going to the course is probably one of the few good memories he has with him. He considered becoming a professional golfer at first. He competed in a number of junior tournaments and was even ranked fifth in the World Amateur Golf Ranking.

Emir debuted as a professional golfer after graduating from high school, but he only stayed on the tour for about six months before deciding it wasn't the lifestyle he wanted to pursue. As it was too late to apply to university, he took a job as an intern at the news agency where his father worked but he hated every second of it.

While his grades were not the worst, they were not good enough to get him into an Ivy League on his own. However, his parents wanted the best of the best for their son and they made a generous donation to Ogden and magically he was accepted.

tw illness: Two years ago, his father was diagnosed with a liver disease brought on because of alcohol and he was sent to rehab (which the people outside his family never found out). However, his father’s liver was in such a bad shape that he required a transplant. As awful as it sounds, Emir turned down being the donor but after his mother begged him, he donated part of his liver to him. He masked his absence by claiming he had appendix surgery. 

At Ogden, he is an active member of some clubs and he is the soccer captain but he often tends to neglect the academic part of it. He does well in exams but his grades are not as good as they could be because he makes the minimum effort. He has no idea what he’s going to do after graduation, maybe start a masters just for the sake of not getting a real job.

relationship to greer.

Greer Morrison was that girl, his first friend in a new foreign country. He was six years old, a few months older than her, and despite his broken English he managed to win Greer’s coveted friendship. Emir, despite his short age, noticed how everyone desired to be near her, to bask in her light. It's unclear how he got her attention; perhaps it was her youth's naivety that prevented her from seeing all of his flaws, whatever it had been he was determined to keep it. It would have been so easy to fall into the banality of the childhood friend who ends up falling in love with someone as perfect as Greer but beyond some teen infatuation boosted by hormones, Emir never felt anything more than friendship for her. Their friendship was an atypical one, they stopped being each other’s best friend as they grew older and met people more akin to them. However, once in a while, he would hear a knock on his window and they would end up talking all night only to not speak again for weeks. They would mostly hang out during the summers, their summer houses also being next to each other. Those weeks in the Hamptons always felt like going back in time and they were kids again. Around Greer, Emir allowed himself to be more childish, adventurous which was always refreshing. College was a way to bring them back together, they would run into each other often and end up reminiscing of old times while also catching up. By the time Greer disappeared, they were spending more time together, texting and rekindling the friendship they both had neglected years before.

the karma houdini.

It’s hard to believe but Emir has never been grounded, not even once. Sure, he’s been scolded multiple times but somehow he always got away with every mischief he did. Perhaps it is luck but he simply has mastered the act of persuasion. It’s all in his family reputation and their immaculate reputation for being honest. His father an award-winning journalist and his mother a diplomat, veracity should run through his blood. He was far too young to understand the magnitude of moving from Ankara to New York, all he knew is they packed it all, hopped on a plane and suddenly was in a land where he could barely understand what others said. Perhaps his life would have turned much different, perhaps he would have turned up to be the better version of himself (the one he pretends to be) if they had never joined the New York elite. It's not that Emir enjoys not being the nicest or the most humble, but karma has avoided him long enough to convince him that he is the exception to the rule: there are no consequences to his actions, and even if there were, he is so used to not dealing with the repercussions that he doesn't care. But too many concessions allowed resentment to grow in him; he holds grudges and can be retaliatory at times. Nonetheless, Emir has worked to conceal this part of him and he can play either play the part of the most starry-eyed idealist or the bitterest of cynics.

[hvneymelons]

Closed Starter: @eclvpses at hospital

Analysis all done and sent to the lab, Dilara finished checking baby Fraser’s vitals. Delivering babies over the years had turned into one of the best feelings that she had ever felt. Whether it was the unavoidable emotional moment right before the head first popped out and a new life entered the world, or the fact that babies were so pure and untainted from the moment they’re born, amongst a thousand or so other options, she couldn’t really figure out the reasoning. All she knew was how easy it was to become attached if you weren’t careful, and over the years it only adds up.  Having had the nurses take care of the analysis and the basic check ups, Dilara could focus on chatting up with Dottie which was honestly one of her favorite part of the job along with playing with Fraser. She reached for the baby, holding him up on the examining table as she bounced him on his feet. “How has he been doing with feedings? Are we eating better now?”

[blorbologist]

hey there's something about how in Zerxus' stained glass exposition, the Ring of Brass all look... subdued. remorseful.

Is this how he remembers them? At the end? Not the confident, powerful portraits we are presented with during Calamity?

and of course, the missing sixth member (not depicted with the ring, separate from his friends...) with the Mace of the Black Crown vs his Holy Avenger...

[bookofvesper]

@myownmvse sent...

"We need to go somewhere where we can get very, very drunk."

Vesper blushed hotly, smirking at Muse's boldness and frankness. She liked them for those very reasons, despite Vesper's rather tame sense of fun or relaxing. Muse pushed her in ways she liked, ways that felt almost familiar to her...

Vesper dried her hands, the last of her share of dishes to wash finished. Muse was back here in the kitchens in offer to 'help' finish up the very last of Vesper's shift at the Inn. As long as she was awake for her shift tomorrow, and Ulf knew who she was with, he didn't much mind what she got up to. But the half orc worried about her.

"As long as it isn't here..." Vesper reminded Muse. Another rule of Ulf's and it made logical sense. She could drink here but if Muse was as wild as Vesper thought, getting drunk at her place of work was not something she wanted.

[ricochetluv]

@foxiams : ❛   hush

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆   𝐇𝐀𝐒   𝐈𝐓   𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍   𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐇𝐄'𝐒   afforded   himself   the   opportunity   of   being   away   -   no   longer   caged   to   the   frozen   wastes   of   belobog   and   the   class   divides   that   still   remained   in   the   wake   of   cocolia.   he's   known   and   seen   plenty,   certainly,   more   than   the   average   person   from-that-planet-he-definitely-is-absolutely-from,   but   there   is   nothing   quite   like   the   xianzhou   luofu   and   all   the   splendor   it   brings.   more   than   anything,   there   is   nothing   quite   like   the   profits   even   the   most   simple   of   items   here   will   turn   back   in   belobog,   or   the   profits   that   information   on   these...   zealous   immortals   could   turn   just   as   easily.   everything   was   sellable,   and   the   xianzhou   simply   further   proved   his   point.   

sampo   koski   was,   in   all   things,   extremely   good   at   what   he   did.   people,   no   matter   how   old,   were   puppets   to   be   manipulated,   and   his   foolish   and   cowardly   facade   worn   like   a   second   skin   that   had   melded   to   both   soul   and   personality.   but   he   was   smart,   wickedly   so,   and   always   -   almost   always,   was   he   the   fox   in   the   chicken   coop.   

but,   pun   fully   intended,   tingyun   was   whole-heartedly   in   the   process   of   outfoxing   him.   

he'd   been   in   the   process   of   rambling   -   a   standard   behavior,   for   the   merchant   and   mercenary,   affable   charms   in   full   swing   as   he   peered   down   into   the   warm   pools   of   his   opponent's   large   eyes   and   offered   her   his   most   winning   smile.   what   was   he   even   trying   to   buy?   he   doesn't   remember.   he   thinks   she   might   be   saying   something   though   -   ah!   no,   he's   being   silenced.

surprisingly,   he   shuts   up,   jaw   clamping   shut   in   the   wake   of   one   small   and   petite   finger   and   a   near   pout   permeating   the   handsome   lines   of   his   face.   "   but-   "   he   begins,   and   yet   finds   that   nagging   finger   staring   at   him   still,   so   sampo's   frown   deepens   -   before   he   sighs,   slouching   forward   in   defeat.   "   rude.   "   comes   his   irate   mumbling,   "   sampo   koski   speaks   only   words   of   wisdom   that   should   not   be   silenced.   "

[squarecloud73]

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Once upon a time

[flamesofrebirths]

Tag drop!

🔥 i love you for giving me your eyes ( anabella | creatrix mea )

[delicioustarong]

Their last conversation... anyways this is the "sweet moments" I was talking about LMAO

Creator: @honeqq

(6/7)

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 |

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

oh hey! i was reading a fic the other day where Wangji was once misspelled as Wangu. which leads me to: MDZS Pingu-style??? noot noot!

Do you think love can bloom on the sea ice?

[sparrowlucero]

this is the iconic dinosaur horror jurassic park wishes it was

[chocolatebassrecipe]

this came to me in my dream and i had to do it (drawing in a speed of light while i’m sick)