#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.

[timeclipsed]

❝That's the spirit, tater tot! Rip that bald twatwaffle a new asshole!❞

[ultimateutopia-old]

@valiantseeker ♥'d for a starter!

"You know you could just ask to visit this side of the Castle?"

One hand on his hips, the other on the frame of Castle Figaro's treasury door, Edgar is relaxed despite the presence of the thief treasure hunter somewhere he doesn't belong.

"You don't have to sneak around. But if you want to..."

A wink, followed by a smile.

"You should really try to get better at it.", the king teases, barely able to contain a chuckle.

[paramcur]

priv. for @clearwinged.

father theodore was perhaps one of the most open-minded and tolerant amongst church parish, choosing to believe that rather than bible thumping fire and brimstone preaching, with patience and acceptance -- those who need guidance and want to nurture their relationship with God will do so. his patience and faith is rewarded when teddy spots an unfamiliar face making their way through the church pews. the father blinks, studying the new face with intensity. "i haven't seen you around here before, have i? i'm afraid service just ended. is there something troubling you?" he asks, head tilting curiously to the side with interest as he folds his arms across his chest, waiting for a response. "whether you're a member of our church matters little, i'm more than willing to listen if there is," father teddy reassures him.

[countlessrealities]

@statiicstag sent:

❝ And aren't you a handsome fellow? ❞

Curiously, he leans around his mirror image's form to inspect him head to toe. Inexplicably, they're identical.

// for Alastor ;3

How curious.

Alastor has witnessed many oddities, in the world of the living and, even more, in his afterlife. However, very few things have managed to surprise and intrigue him as much as unexpectedly being faced with himself.

His first thought is that it might be some sort of trick, a new torment the powers of Hell are testing, but the other looks puzzled, as much as he is, for it not to be genuine. He knows his own body language too well not to be able to tell.

"I could say the same thing about you, my good man," he answers in a cordial tone, eyes following the other as he circles him. They don't just look identical, they also sound identical. "I must say, this is quite unusual. Even for a peculiar place like the one we're confined to."

He doesn't know what to make of...this. Under other circumstances, the fact would have annoyed him. He has never liked it when things get too out of his control or when he is clueless. In this case, however? It's all too fascinating for him to be displeased.

"I'd introduce myself, but something tells me that we are already more than acquainted with each other. Isn't that right?"

[b0kksu]

‘ I imagine what you see and learn touches everything else in your mind. ‘ (choso? :3c)

         THE INTENSITY BETWEEN THEM CAUSES HIS LIPS TO PURSE; in the quietness of their walk, there are few indications Satoru was peculiar. Finger tips that reach forth the graze against the softness of leaves, branches, all that he can feel vibrates deep within the core && there are a few times, the shrouded gaze appears magnified upon the petals of blossoms. In the labyrinth that was the Gojo Estate, there are several reflection pools, several gardens, each one vastly different && neither to his liking.  “It works on a molecular level” the small bug that crouches upon his arm moves with each movement, soon, it will cocoon to resemble all that was beauty in the masses of hydrangeas. Delicately, Satoru places it back upon a tall branch, warmth echoing within the corners of his smile, “All that is living, all that is between, the small cells that make up the atoms from who we are” echoed a thousand times, yet even he pondered this strange blessing.

       A hand beckons, deeper they move, ever present && swirling, as if the stone walls could go on forever if willed. Tendrils of white, the mark of a Gojo clad in their haunting marble features, he is perfect && encapsulated in otherworldly nature that screams could he be of this life? This world? Or a relic of a bygone era? “Give me your hand” the barrier drops, a burst of sharp mint && oxygen replaced with vanilla && ginger. He does not ask, a deity does not need permission, instead he reaches forth && for a split second, Gojo Satoru feels mortal. Pulsating, the hum within his palms is electrifying, akin to the storm && the sky that breaks open, all that reaches forth to the horizons && the knowledge that none shall deceive the oculars that bare forth the past. A soft glow, one that glimmers && moves in ribbons, his smile breaks, between fanged teeth && lopsided grin, Satoru snickers.

        “You are correct, it becomes digested then a part of me, think of it like a host - the body is merely a vessel but the Six Eyes encapsulate everything. What you feel right now is Infinity, though a smaller spectrum of it, all that is, all that can be, all that is in between” then he withdraws, like a wraith that was once there now gone.

          “We’re bound in this union together, both our families believe to be prosperous, yours more than mine - that’s the nature of a Gojo they don’t trust anyone including each other. The more we understand one another, the more I can protect you when they speak, let’s try our best if we want a happy life”   

[rubctosis]

The  warm  glow  of  lanterns  flickered  across  the  dimly  lit  room  of  the  ship's  library,  casting  long  shadows  over  rows  of  ancient  tomes  and  maps.  Trafalgar  Law  leaned  back  in  his  chair,  one  boot  propped  on  the  edge  of  the  table.  The  soft  creak  of  wood  was  the  only  sound  besides  the  distant  lapping  of  waves.  A  half-read  book  rested  in  his  lap,  but  his  golden  eyes  were  fixed  on  the  woman  entering  the  room  he  resided  in  -   

            ❝   I  didn't  think  you'd  entertain  my  offer  so  quickly     .   .   nico-ya        ❞  he  openly  mused,  placing  a  bookmark  on  his  book,  his  hand  shutting  the  book  firmly  closed. 

 @bloominghands    ,       sc  !  ♡

[dreadpiratejones]

Are you okay?"

( @bluebellestorybrooke , from Belle)

They're not waking up

His hand pressed against his side, Killian staggered onto the Jolly. Noticing Belle's concern, he opened his mouth to reassure her but before he could speak his knees buckled and he fell to the deck, losing the fight to stay conscious.

@bluebellestorybrooke

[kingofthewebxxx]

Continued from here

Ah “Forgive me Father for I have sinned, over and over again, you haven’t seen me with a white collar have you? I must say with your lifespan you have likely been with so many people, that you have forgotten half of them, I would ask you if you knew my mother but well… she wouldn’t want to see you, or anyone remotely interesting for that matter. You are my father, I am of your blood. Don’t worry, I am about as thrilled as you are” his mouth turned into a frown as he headed to the bar and ordered a glass of bourbon.

@hxdesofunderwxrld

[timeclipsed]

@run-muse-dot-exe asked: [ clutch ] A new high-tech toolbox is left outside the fox’s door. Token of our newfound friendship. Happy holidays. - C

— ;; PAUSING INSTANTLY UPON SIGHTING THE foreign object resting outside his door, knees buckle to find a closer level to its position. Cautiously handling the box, brushing fingers across its sleek surfaces and meticulous craftmanship, he pops it open, letting it settle on his lap.

Caught, finally, by the note left with it, he tugs it off the kit. Ocean eyes glaze each handwritten word over and over, feeling an abrupt jumpstart in his heart.

"Newfound friendship".

...

"Newfound friendship"?

Within moments, Chronos feels a smile tugging at his lips, those of which had been seemingly permanently creased into a choleric frown. Fireworks, he thinks to himself, it's like there are fireworks going off in my chest right now! Is this really real?!

Exultantly, albeit clumsily, leaping onto two feet, the new toolbox snug in two hands, he rushes down the stairs to bundle up and get out the door.

His new friend is waiting for him, after all.

[captainseamech]

           -> Testing @plasticsouled ’s muse! || Kaazar

             High Tide felt like somebody was watching him as he made his way out of water, shaking some algae away from his frame and looking around. He shrugged it off after not seeing anyone around... But then a shadowy figure loomed over him, making the mech take a step back with a fast revving engine. They were... quite tall.

             “W-What?!” He clenched his servos, trying to identify who it was... Didn’t help much since it was pretty dark this night. “What do ye want??”

[beyondbinaries]

i am not sorry

[marshalforgotten]

✅ + "Show me your favorite sparrin' stance." Harmony may or may not be looking for a sparring partner.

Yes Day!

"My favorite sparring stance, hm?" My goodness, this was a feisty one! A tapping ensued against her chin, out of contemplation. "That is a difficult thing to pin down. There are so many I could utilize to my advantage and depending on situation one style may be preferred over another. Though I suppose I am partial to something like this."

She then bent one knee down against floor, before sliding other foot pointedly across it into a stretch. Hands curled into fists, as left arm shifted to pose akin towards a punch. The right one meanwhile looked to be flexing. Almost as if she was showing off. If only her tail was out at this time, then it might display a curl.

"...Do you recognize it?" she inquired.

[ultimateutopia-old]

@valiantseeker

❛ can’t sleep? ❜ @ terra !

She let out a soft gasp, wide eyes meeting Locke's and only then relaxing. She not only couldn't sleep: she was tense, even more than usual.

Terra could still smell the melted metal, the ashes, the burnt skin, still feel heat of the fire on her skin, and his laugh still echoed in her ear, loud and cruel. A memory she thought long forgotten.

"...sorry, just--" she attempts to smile, and yet that small grin dies out in a sigh "...bad dream. I think.

...you?"

I mean... he was awake too, right? Hopefully it's not a nightmare as well...

[rosh1d]

       ❛❛   Who are you ?   ❜❜        grip upon the hilt of his sword tightens 'till knuckles turn white,   a guarded stiffness in both demeanor and form,   voice hoarse as though vocal chords hadn't trembled for an age.   A once free boy's obedience had been bought at the cost of his brother's                 held in a confinement such as her own with countless threats he would suffer the outcomes of his own misconduct or for a demonstration of questionable loyalty                  Joshua's very existence was all the leverage to stir the beast within   ...   how many innocent lives were taken in Shinra's name since then ?   He turned a blind eye to it all,   hoping it could serve as a means to an end to spare his brother some cruelties until an assured escape would present itself to them.   Freedom now tastes bitter,   a meaningless victory without the one whom he fought to protect all his life   ...   I'll make them pay,   I promise you this,   Joshua.   The flame of vengeance had numbed the anguish within a heart that bleeds from a wound never to heal,   he feels its sting now as the woman's sight brings unpleasant remembrance to a fresh loss.        ❛❛   What do you want ?   ❜❜        he inquires,   tone lacking the intention to help as he's begrudgingly reminded of the reality before him.   if it's a way out she's seeking,   he would offer no more than that.

@sacredflorist // starter !

[benydikta]

"i did not know who else to turn to."

 ･     '𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝚃𝙾'    :    accepting !

𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙸𝚇 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙼 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙳𝙾𝙼,       her influence dragging its spindly fingers along the heartstrings of the continent, plucking,       she'd be better at avoiding unwanted tangles. situations.       the way the sky falls and lands as pieces on her shoulders     ━    and she has no choice to shake it off with her wings.       her intelligencers weren't far. she was waiting for them at a rendezvous point,        leaning her back against a half-crumbled wall with smoke heady in her mouth.        but        [ and there is always a but isn't there, a shove in the wrong direction, too-calm winds ]        storms can come just as quickly with scarcely any warning, and benedikta finds herself wrapped up in a battle she would have much rather turned away from.

it's easy to leave and return, see     ━    to let whatever unfortunate take their battles alone and to die alone,        but many things intersected at once:        that leaving this position would be disadvantageous so close to the meeting time,        that maybe, just maybe,        benedikta hated those bastards enough to revel in their slaughter,        and lastly to be asked for help took her by surprise.        her. her.        as if she were some benevolent, street-side hero.

well, benedikta would indulge.        would tear it out of that stranger's belly later:        why are you here, DONT YOU KNOW WHO I AM, DONT YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO?        this warrior that brought nothing short of a small army behind her,        that could rip through life like it was nothing.        and it's only when they stand in a landscape of blood,        benedikta's talons ripping through her fingers, all stretched through her knuckles,        does the stranger speak.

        ‘‘  i did not know who else to turn to,  ’’      @notodin says. surely not.        not in this abandoned ruin with no one notable around for stretches in either direction.

        ‘‘  that's no excuse,  ’’      benedikta snaps,        mouth full of serrated teeth, a cut forming on her bottom lip from how overfull her fangs, all jumbled,        cut and cut and cut at human softness.        the blood on her tongue sobers her.        makes the buzz and the shake in her arms ease, feathers retracting back into the pale wash of her skin.        she's dissatisfied. vexed. half-sated.        pulled out of her shell and packing herself back in.        now that neither of them are in immediate danger,        she turns on her temporary ally.

she cannot be compromised here.        she     ━     ‘‘  i will give you one chance to explain yourself.  ’’      her dark eyes burn.    ‘‘  if i don't like your answer, i'll make sure you regret those bandits didn't kill you.  ’’