#VERSE / Main

[thedragonofgreed]

One thing about my sins in general, their full forms can be 40ft Tall in their fullest, yeah a Big number but a the same time fitting sience the Principals can also be as Big as that too in my Au, for obious reasong they never use them and they use their intermediam that's 28ft tall ( thats the form he used againts Adam), still big.

[akanekishimoto]

@viciousvizard cont. from HERE

“SHIT! Kishimoto, yer… always so light on yer feet.” Hiyori was well aware of the other woman’s rather delicate steps and her keen observational skills.

“’S nothin’,” she shrugged it off in a would be casual way. “I mean… it’s been well over a 100 years, didn’t think ya would'a noticed I was alive or dead now. Don’t blame ya if ya did. I ain’t here ‘ta do anythin’. Just observin’ how basically nothing has changed. Though… yer not in Shinji’s division any more? What happened?”

The more things change, the more they stay the same, certainly seemed to apply to Lieutenant Sarugaki. Akane was willing to concede.

“That is a mean thing to say.” She replied. “How could I not notice you?”

If Akane was honest, she felt a little uncomfortable, not having much of a reference point on how to properly address Hiyori now. “I requested a transfer to the 11th division, after gauging my skills would make me more useful there.”

Before Hiyori could inquire further, she decided to change the subject. “Which brings me here: the Shinigami Women Association is doing a recruitment drive. Lieutenant Kusajishi put me in charge of distributing leaflets.” She held out one of the aforementioned leaflets for Hiyori to take. “Membership to the Gotei 13 is no longer a requirement to join.”

[themelleniasisters-a]

’ don’t worry, i got it covered. ’ He swatted her hand away from paying for the meal. ’ just pay it forward one day. ’ / Lily !

“Eh?! W-Well if you’re sure..” She wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth after all. So why not?

[meteorstriked]

@kyouminaine​

She’d been watching him for a good ten minutes now, her hands occupied with cleaning up behind the bar, meticulously wiping every highball, low-ball and shot glass before she returns them back in place. Maybe it was more like five minutes, considering the handful of songs that crackled over the old radio behind her. Cloud is staring intently at nothing in particular, a spot somewhere behind the rows of bottles and she wonders where his mind wanders to. What thoughts occupy the empty silences that weigh between his few words. Tifa tries to reconcile with herself that he is alright—he’s always been on the quiet side— but there’s a looming dysphoria that tells her she’s wrong. 

Finally, she perches her arms against the uneven grain of the wooden bar that separates them and reaches out a gloved hand to lightly place over his. “Hey—” she begins with a smile and the faintest crinkle of her nose, her head tilted to just enough to peer beneath the messy blond fringe that obscures his eyes, “ — you doing alright Cloud?” She squeezes his hand gently before releasing it. “Is there something bothering you?”

[this-crooked-corrupt-world]

Starter call

Like this and reply if you want a starter from Memoir Verse~! If you want a normal starter, just like this! ^^ ))

[theblueblursonikku]

mighty : maybe maybe maybe maybe

shadow : OUTTA MY HOUSE,NOW

[thedragonofgreed]

BTW, My Mammon has a sigil, i know that in demonology Mammon dosent really have an specific sigil, but i Will use this one over here for mine, and just as my other acount this is complitly fandomless so here it is.

[ookaminokiba]

@kcgitsunemaru continued from {x}

“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

                   “I can’t help it… it’s so ticklish when you do it.”

         Kogitsunemaru digs his nails into his knees, arms trembling under the pressure brought on by his attempts to refrain from laughing. His head bows briefly, shoulders shaking as a chuckle slips through — only for the fox tachi to shut up a few moments later, lips clamped shut in the hopes of maintaining some form of dignity. “Jeez… Izumi-san…”

Izumi clicks his tongue in slight annoyance, slender fingers threading through the tachi’s messy silver mane. His brows twitch when he feels the other’s shoulders shaking, the bow in his head tugging and loosneing the braid that he so carefully wove in his hands--it didn’t help that Kogitsunemaru’s hair was not only long but also unruly-- the uneven locks sticking out of the braid making it look disheveled.

“Well don’t blame me if this comes out all crooked...” an exasperated huff tumbles from his lips as his hands work quickly to weave the silver strands. 

Once complete he finishes the end off with a red ribbon--much like the one he wore in his own braid-- and tosses the long braid over the other blade’s shoulder for him to see.

“Jeez, if the enemy every finds out about your ticklishness you’d be doomed in the sorties. ”

[movedtothenextlife-blog]

"You’re mad at me"

Mahaad sighed. 

“In total truth. I’m not mad but...frustrated.” 

“Ryou...You don’t do anything to help yourself and its so frustrating to watch you suffer like that...” 

[theturkleader]

“Can you hear me?” [ yaaaaay you're heeeere! ]

“…Yes.”

His head ached like hell, but at least he was alive. He could feel the sticky warmth of the blood which poured from a shallow gash at his temple.

[modernthief]

From riches to rags || [closed] Rollthedxce

Akefia had been scooping out the palace for a week or so now, every night he'd slowly make his way closer. Starting from just the city, to the walls and even peering in through the windows, like he was now Tonight he planned to make his move though. He'd learned the retuine of most of the guards and staying hidden wouldn't be a problem. The whitenette had even made a mental map of where to get the gold and his easiest route back out to where his horse awaited him.

Without another thought he jumped through the window and kept to the shadows, starting on his plan. Just as he predictied, Akefia was able to sneak his way passed the guards, laying low for a few moments when he needed to. The male knew he didn't have much time as he stuffed some gold into the sack he'd brought with him. He didn't grab everything he would've liked but he'd rather come back later than get caught and have to start back from the beginning.

Akefia waited for his first oppurtunity to leave the room, and when he got it; he took it. The bag of gold slung over his shoulder. He was almost to his exit when he heard movement from the next corridor. Immidiatly he stopped, the whitenette didn't have many options. He was too far to book it to the window, but their weren't any areas for him to really hide. Still, he did the best he could and hid in the shadow of another window. The moon was bright, but the darkness still hid him well enough, as long as whoever was there decided to turn around and head back the way they were coming from.

[amxne]

"What are you doing still at base? Shouldn't you be working on that assassination with my brother? Jesus, Amane, get it going."

Hazel eyes flicked behind thick lashes, arching in a perfect eye-roll that, thankfully, her de facto ‘boss’ couldn’t see. “I was just waiting for a go-ahead, luv, though with the amount of info I’ve gotten from you lot I might as well be going in blind.”

[justratswithwings]

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[getstark-d-blog]

A Birthday Away From Home | incredibly-gifted-faker

Tony Stark sat on the hotel suite bed, flipping through digital holo-screens providing footage from the press conference for Iron Man 3 in South Korea. He had returned a short while earlier, after donning the suit and making an appearance during the conference. But no one knew who it was. Except for Robert. That cheeky son of a gun had touched the suit's ass for the fuck of it, which nearly made the genius let out a yelp of surprise.

But, he was now back in Robert's hotel suite, flipping through the pictures while Robert visited with fans a little while longer. This gave him the advantage. It was the actor's 48th birthday and he was not about to pass up the chance to give him a nice surprise.

Using the Mark 42, he had gone out and fetched things that he would need: a bottle of champagne, a box of the best truffles and chocolates he could get his hands on, electric candles like no bodies business [because flame lit candles were a fire hazard], and plenty of rose petals. Tony set the room up, took the suit off, which left him in nothing but skin tight, black under armor with softly glowing blue markings to match the brilliantly shining arc reactor in his chest.

This was probably a little overkill; it looked like something someone would do for their sweetheart on Valentine's Day but in all truth Tony couldn't give less of a fuck. Swiping the screens away, he flopped back against the pillows and listened to the softly approaching footsteps walking up the hall. The lights were dimmed, candles on and ready, the champagne in an ice bucket with two glasses ready, along with the chocolates set on the bedside table.

Let the festivities begin.

[thedragonofgreed]

Ok, here's my other acount of my hellaverse, in here i Will principaly draw and write stories about my Mammon, Asmodeus and my Robots, aswell as other things, The rules Will still be the same as in my other acount, you can all still roleplay over here, and in my other acount, thats all.