#VERSE TAGS PENDING.

[malkaleh]

Tudor What If: Anne Boleyn Has Sons

‘The birth of her first son Thomas and then four more boys (and two more daughters) changed history and changed the course of the world.’

[draconicfool]

     “ Oh shove it. ” He chuckled, leaning back in his seat to pull a cigarette from his coat. Amethyst eyes glancing up as he lit and took a drag from the item in question. An inhale before the smoke rolls from his mouth and he looks up at the ceiling. Other hand pushing his glasses away from his face and into his hair. “ Don't ask me that question. ”

     Underground doctor. Long nights. It was part of the routine. Always someone being brought into the back of the house. It was one of the reasons Eros was glad he lived where he did. Even if people saw all the people being ushered in, nobody was dumb enough to snitch him out to the cops. Most of the people around here were too poor to afford proper care in one of those fancy hospitals anyway. So letting the doctor be was in everyone's best interest. Especially when he didn't charge most people for his services unless they could afford to.

     “ Mhmm, ya and every other man that wants t' pick me up. ” As if it was just an average part of life at this point. Though, most people tended to be off put by those tired eyes and the attitude he took when they tried to get rowdy. “ Y'know I don't do house calls, right? I have too much on m'plate and too many people that could jus' show up. ‘sides, I gotta make some ’rounds in th' neighborhood later and make sure people have their medication. ”

@onikingitto || c.

[veloriaharmonia]

@honkaisteinrail

It had been early evening when Chessa got the call to come to the Outer Ring to treat a group attacked by bandits. It wasn't anything new for her, since she was one of the few willing to go out there who didn't already live out there, though she was told she'd need to keep things discreet.

Didn't need to tell her twice. She did recognize the women as she treated their wounds and checked for head injuries, but it wasn't her place to mention it.

Other than maybe a quick text to Tempera. But he could keep a secret, too.

She stayed in town after treating them, just talking with the locals and waiting to see how things went. When she spotted Lighter with one of them (and another nearby) she could see him saying something, then pointing to her and heading off on his way.

"How ya feeling?"

[shadovan]

@lcftyambiticns continued from here:

Lorroakan rarely left his tower —— why would he risk getting stabbed in the back by some lunatic when he had his minions assistants to run errands for him?

Today, however, his presence was required at the Counting House, and he was dead set on taking his frustrations out on the next innocent employee and letting them know that his VALUABLE TIME wasn't to be SQUANDERED.

He paused when he spotted yet another execution notice hanging on a wall. This city was truly going to the dogs...

' You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. '

Initially ignoring the voice, Lorroakan suddenly felt someone staring at him. Was HE being addressed? With a perplexed frown, he slowly turned his head.

What in the nine hells... The audacity of some people!!

The wizard blinked, taken aback and bewildered, as he gazed at the pale man who was shamelessly ogling him.

". . . . I beg your pardon??" He wasn't flattered ( perhaps a little ), but offended and felt his cheeks flushing.

"I suggest you cease gawking at me if you value your well-being," he snapped, distaste and disdain his voice; clearly flustered unnerved by the . . . unexpected attention.

His left eyebrow raised at the threat — or was it more self-defense on the other’s part? Both could be applicable depending on how the remark had been received. Perhaps his tone hadn't come across as he had expected.

"My well-being? I doubt you could do much to me," he said with a smile, a simple shrug of his shoulders while Tareque rested his arms on the table in front of him. It wasn't even a remark of arrogance, just simple fact. This form would be destroyed, but it would only come back stronger.

"Besides, it was a compliment," the lich added, gold eyes looking the man up and down without a hint of subtly. "But now you're looking at me like you just had a pointy stick shoved up your ass, so I may need to retract it."

He wouldn't. The sentiment was still accurate, but how dull would it be to simply walk away without causing more of a fuss? The fact was that Tareque was merely that damned bored, and Lorroakan was providing a pleasant view of a distraction from it.

[vinzred]

new thinblood malkavian boy Tag Wilson

[maudlxne]

❝ You drink poison in front of somebody once and suddenly you're the problem. ❞

[rockwithu]

in   a   move   that   has   sent   shockwaves   through   the   formula   1   community,   yohan   rhee,   the   long-time   stalwart   of   mercedes-amg   petronas   formula   one   team,   has   officially   signed   with   scuderia   ferrari   for   the   upcoming   season.   rhee's   departure   from   mercedes   marks   the   end   of   a   successful   4-5   year   partnership   that   saw   him   become   one   of   the   most   formidable   competitors   on   the   grid.

however,   what   has   everyone   talking   isn't   just   rhee's   switch   to   ferrari,   but   the   fact   that   he   will   now   be   sharing   the   garage   with   none   other   than   his   rival,   beau   ahn.   the   two   have   had   a   tumultuous   relationship,   highlighted   by   an   on-track   collision   that   occurred   during   the   monaco   grand   prix   two   years   ago.   the   crash,   which   resulted   in   both   drivers   retiring   from   the   race,   sparked   a   heated   rivalry   that   has   played   out   both   on   and   off   the   track   ever   since.

with   rhee’s   move   to   ferrari,   the   dynamic   within   the   team   is   set   to   change   dramatically.   ferrari’s   team   principal   has   expressed   optimism,   stating   that   "the   competition   between   beau   and   yohan   will   drive   both   to   greater   heights."   however,   how   this   partnership   will   play   out   remains   a   significant   point   of   speculation.

we   reached   out   to   beau   ahn   for   a   comment.   when   asked   about   his   new   teammate,   ahn’s   response   was   as   blunt   as   it   gets:   “i   don’t   give   a   shit.   fuck   off.”

for   ferrari,   the   arrival   of   yohan   rhee   is   a   bold   move.   they   are   banking   on   the   combination   of   rhee’s   consistency   and   ahn’s   aggressive   flair   to   challenge   the   dominance   of   red   bull   and   other   top   teams.   the   potential   for   internal   conflict,   however,   is   a   risk   they   seem   willing   to   take.   only   time   will   tell   whether   ahn   and   rhee   can   bury   the   hatchet   and   channel   their   competitive   spirit   into   teamwork.

[gcldfanged]

#I keep thinking he will literally try to eat anything too #like that meme of the owner's hand like pulling the cat's head back from his cup noodles photo

H E L P

[sunlitmews]

@spokewar gets a starter from Ishtar:

"I know I've seen eyes like yours before. Stewjoni right? From that rim world with all those glowing mosses?" Better to keep conversations to such mundane things, instead of whatever crimes she may have committed that could have possibly brought a Jedi to her ship…or more precisely to the little stall she had set up on the dock.

"I have a little dried glow-root left, if you're looking for something from home. Though my journey-cubs cleared me out of most of it, good for the fangs, and little moon likes the texture." Yes, offering snacks was a good choice, no one needed to look for poisons, or misdeeds, nothing to see here. Just a normal Cathar merchant, selling assorted plants, with no assassination training, and definitely no room filled with so many toxins the very air could kill.

"I've definitely got some tea-moss somewhere, people generally don't look for it, so I don't run out too quick. Good thing too, it grows so slowly off-world."

[orphanedshadow]

@spokewar asked: Offers her a vaguely interesting rock

It may have only been vaguely interesting to some, but to Kara, it was more than enough to almost bring a sad sort of smile to her face. There was a small vein of something running through it, one she recognized. A small brush with her thumb, and with the Force had that vein sparking to life with a dim yellow glow, one that brought the child some comfort. Her free hand moved to write, the other cradling the stone like a baby bird. “FROM HOME.” The rock was just like her, light-years away from Dathomir, and she supposed it too may never find its way back. “MAKES LIGHT IF ASKED.”

[wdwctrl]

@twcbelts asked " you keep saying and doing things like this, i might just end up pregnant. "

he might have a problem, and that was his need to keep his cock nestled within her walls, feeling the way she would fit so snug around him as he'd keep fucking up into her, keeping his seed right where the more feral side of himself wanted it. he had a deep desire to fill her up, have her round with his baby. he'd just murmured about stuffing her full when she spoke up, her words sending an almost primal urge through his veins though he knew she meant them mostly in jest.

she was pressed back to his chest, thighs spread wide to open her up for brutal thrusts. hand had encircled her throat as she finished speaking, not squeezing too tight but pressing just enough that she knew how fucking close he was to doing just that. his free hand slid down the front of pale torso, calloused digits finding her clit and circling in a teasing manner. "you'd love that wouldn't you, gatita? be round with my baby," there was a hint of dark need within his voice, the man damn near feral at the thought of her pregnant with his baby.

[malkaleh]

🌈 + and OC of your choice <3

John Welles. Earl of Norwich. parcere subiectis et debellare superbos [spare the subjects, wage war against the proud]

such a beautiful boy - my sweet antinous, you were meant to lay against me, wrapped in nothing but fine silks

He’s intelligent, handsome, a dashing spy and courtier. Cultured, witty and well read. The perfect renaissance man, much enamoured of the Empire of Rome. The Duke of Norfolk’s trusted agent and friend. A monster and a gentleman.

John Norwich is one of my Tudors OT3 verse OCs. He respects one (1) of these fuckers and that’s the Duke of Norfolk. He would love the dark academia classics aesthetic. He has plans within plans. He’s the monster haunting Thomas Cromwell’s nightmares, who took him age ten and never wanted to let go.

When he finds ‘his antinous’ at court, a favourite of the monarchs and as beautiful a man as he was as a child (to Norwich) he is determined to reclaim him. For is he not his slave, his property after all.

with so much thanks to @lemurious for giving me Norwich’s latin motto and @nocompromise-noregrets for being a friend and plotting partner <33333.

[draconicfool]

     “ Don't y'have work t' do? What's got ya botherin' li'l ol' me again? ”

@lairofmuses || sc.

[shadovan]

@infernalxmachinery cont.:

Karlach looked down at the....elf? At least she thought he was an elf. He's elf-shaped in any case. Her tankard made a quiet thunk as it hit the bartop beside her. She had hoped going to the Mermaid on a quiet night would mean less people. She was sorely mistaken.

"You have no idea how bad of an idea I am, promise ya that."

Dammon had managed to get her stable but...she was still blistering anyone who managed to get too close. Thankfully not nearly as bad as a few months ago. She hadn't managed to set anything on fire recently, so that's a bonus.

Regardless, she was still lonely and most people avoided the giant tiefling like the spellplague.

Perhaps it hadn't been the most eloquent remark on the lich's part, but at least she hadn't veered away from the crass nature of it. Karlach wasn't the only one that people actively made to avoid, so her response intrigued him far more than it probably should have.

In his case, it was typically the lingering scent of musty graverot and the chilling presence that granted the lich a wide berth by the public.

"See, that's precisely the thing you shouldn't say to someone who's curiosity is too tempting for their own good," he pointed out with a widening smile.

Regardless of what developed from this, Tareque was never one to turn away pleasant conversation with a stranger. Even if by using lewd commentary as an ice-breaker. Hell, sometimes that was the most interesting way to strike up a meeting.

[visionheld]

@stillgrows : "Kaveh." When Kaveh turned at his name, Haitham reached out a hand to fix some hair near his ear—it had become tucked somehow, likely from Kaveh himself messing with it, and was sticking out as a loop. Once it was fixed, Haitham turned his attention back to his book without another word.

It’s no secret that Kaveh is prone to getting absorbed in his work. Anyone who’s spent a significant amount of time with the man could tell you that. His principles forbid him from doing anything half heartedly, becoming entirely engrossed in any project he's been tasked. The rest of the world seems to melt away in those moments, the only things within the room being himself and the select few objects and equations that make up his muse at the time.

Naturally, when one is so deeply fixated on a single subject, more minor things such as their surroundings and physical presentation slip out of focus. He is well aware that this is a habit of his. Therefore, when Kaveh is in his studio or out working on site, the architect portions off some of his acute focus in exchange for some general self awareness. Ideally, he would be able to devote all his attention to what he's working on. But neglecting the attention of his colleagues and clients would make him a discreditable architect, just as much as it would if he started cutting corners on materials, or settling for a generic design out of laziness.

However, in instances like today when he is alone in the comfort of his home, Kaveh discards this outside awareness in order to increase productivity. Here, if he starts to neglect subjects outside of his project, he's not effecting or harming anyone but himself. His reputation as a brilliant, reliable, and accomplished artist can remain untouched. The future of Kshahrewar, and the arts as a whole can rest safely knowing that its star has not yet dwindled.

Kaveh doesn't know when Al-Haitham entered the living room. He's been vaguely aware of the scribe's presence for the last few hours but he saw no need to waste his energy on acknowledging him. It would seem that the feeling is mutual, as his roommate had also failed to greet him upon entering the room.

Kaveh imagines Al-Haitham prefers it this way. His junior has always preferred the peaceful quiet, and is not eager to disrupt it for anything. He imagines Al-Haitham also prefers it when Kaveh specifically is quiet, as the scribe does not hesitate to comment or complain when Kaveh is disturbing the peace.

The thought makes Kaveh's brows twitch in annoyance, momentarily considering getting out his tools and making as much noise as possible in retaliation. But ultimately he discards this idea. Al-Haitham isn't worth the trouble, and besides -- It's not often these days that they can share a peaceful moment in the same space. With Kaveh pouring over his blueprints, and Al-Haitham reading his book at his side, content to share the comfortable silence together... It almost feels like the old days. It almost feels like nothing has changed, even though everything has.

But those days are over, and anything that resembles them is short lived. Someone has to break the silence first. Someone has to pull away the curtain and ruin whatever amicability is shared between them. Many days it's Kaveh's doing, the architect so mistrusting of any goodwill Al-Haitham may spare him that he seeks to reveal whatever hidden motive the other may have.

However, today Al-Haitham breaks the silence first.

Kaveh instinctively tenses at the sound of his own name, bracing for whatever snide remark his roommate has prepared for him or his work. Surely, that's what this is about, isn't it? He can't imagine what else would be deemed important enough to pull Al-Haitham from his precious book, especially not when he's outright ignored Kaveh when he was trying to talk to him last night in order to read it. Despite his better judgement, Kaveh turns to face the other, a sharp comment of his own resting on the tip of his tongue like a weapon.

Kaveh is prepared to defend himself from whatever criticism Al-Haitham has in store for him. But he's not prepared for what actually happens.

A look of alarm quickly replaces the frown on his face when he realizes how close his roommate is to him. Had he always been this close? Had Kaveh been so engrossed in his work that he'd missed Al-Haitham getting closer? More importantly, what does Al-Haitham think he's playing at getting so close to him? Can't he see Kaveh is in the middle of something? Does he think it's funny messing with him when he's got a looming deadline?

Kaveh stiffens as Al-Haitham reaches towards him, confusion now seeping into his startled expression. The scribe's hands find their way into Kaveh's honey blonde hair, freeing the strands that had gotten mussed with a tender ease. Kaveh is stunned into silence, unable to do anything but stare back at his roommate in utter incredulousness. Al-Haitham does not meet his gaze, keeping his eyes on his senior's hair.

Kaveh notes how focused Al-Haitham looks in this moment, his eyes steady and resolute. The sight brings forth an uncomfortable twinge to the pit of Kaveh's stomach, a sensation he's long come to associate with his former best friend but has never had a name for it. In his newfound disquiet, Kaveh feels suddenly compelled to take Al-Haitham's chin in his hand and make him look at him properly. All these years have passed and he still can't be bothered to show his senior proper respect, even when he's going as far as to mess with his hair.

But before Kaveh can deflect or give in to his impulses, Al-Haitham withdraws. The moment of intimacy, as confusing and unwarranted as it may be is over. Al-Haitham has returned to his book like nothing had even happened, like Kaveh wasn't there at all. Kaveh feels another twinge in his gut, a rush of indignant warmth rising to his chest and face. What in Celestia's name was that about? What kind of person just runs their hand through someone's hair without permission and then goes back to pretending they don't exist?

The architect scowls, standing from his seat and throwing his hands on his hips as he levels his irritated gaze on his roommate. “ Was that all? Is that seriously what you thought was worth interrupting my work? Honestly, Haitham does messing with me bring you so much enjoyment that you have to disturb me first thing in the morning? You know someday I should come into your office and disrupt you like that! See how you like it! ”

As if to make good on this threat, Kaveh gives into his own impulses and buries a hand in Al-Haitham's hair. The gesture is much rougher than when Al-Haitham had done it. Kaveh's hands are coarse and calloused from years of manual labor compared to the soft hands of a comfortable scribe. Not to mention the clear annoyance in the architect's movements as he briskly combs Al-Haitham's gray hair upward and out of his eyes.

Ordinarily such an obvious attempt at starting a fight would be met with disgruntlement and disdain from Al-Haitham. But yet again the scribe surprises him. At last he meets Kaveh's gaze, an uncharacteristic wide eyed look in his piercing eyes. The sight makes Kaveh stop dead in his tracks, feeling his stomach drop as he realizes what he's doing. He pulls his hand away with a speed that would suggest that Al-Haitham's scalp had burned him.

Even after Kaveh has withdrawn, Al-Haitham still stares up at him in silence. His gaze only makes Kaveh feel more agitated, the twinge in his stomach now so great that he feels may vomit at any moment. He'd made all that fuss, thinking he'd prefer it if Al-Haitham looked at him. But now Kaveh understands that this is much worse.

He's never been uncomfortable being the subject of others' gazes before. But no one looks at him like Al-Haitham does. No one seems to really see him like he does. That truth frightens him, frightens him so much that he had pushed his friend away because he hadn't wanted to be seen. He still doesn't want to be seen. Not like this. He doesn't know what to do with it.

“ I'm going to work in my room, ” It's Kaveh's turn to break the silence, abruptly announcing his departure. “ Don't you dare disturb me. My deadline is tomorrow morning and I only have two thirds of this proposal drafted, ”

Without sparing a moment to let Al-Haitham get one last word in, Kaveh haphazardly scoops up his blueprints and supplies and storms out of the room without another word. To his own frustration, despite his best efforts Kaveh is unable to return to his original state of focus once inside his bedroom. The twisting of his stomach lingers hours after the exchange in the living room. Worst of all, the image of Al-Haitham's brilliant eyes staring up at him has burned deep into his mind, searing through any and all designs Kaveh had been working on previously.

[maudlxne]

❝ Excuse me - do you know how I can get to the medical corps? I have a delivery for them. ❞

She felt a bit bad about bothering a random passer-by - but judging by that protective headband he must be a ninja of this village. Who better to ask?

Actually, it was her first time in Konoha. It was hard not to get lost when every street seemed to keep going. Honestly, how do the people here ever find their way around? It was rather annoying. But an order is an order - they rarely get such a large request for medical herbs and the pay was too good to pass up. Even if it meant traveling a pretty long distance just to get here. Their apothecary was struggling to make ends meet as it was with her father handing out free medical services like candy these days.

@kikaichuno liked for a maomao starter!