#VERSE: TBT.//

[taleswritten]

@reining-disaster sent Rein tentatively walked over to Orin, a blanket in his hands, lips drawn out in a thin line before he spoke, "You look cold," he pointed out, "Will you finally accept my help or...?" He raised a brow, shaking the blanket, a bit, "Do you... Need to vent? Just... Tell me what would help."

Orin glances up from her spot on the ground at the tent she has claimed as her own as Rein approaches. Her eyes narrow at him, her teeth clenching together but she refrains from hissing at him like she wants to.

It is not his fault that everything had been a lie, it is not any of their faults that Bhaal doesn't care at all.

She's lost, unsure of where to go from here. She does not accept the blanket even as her body trembles from the cold. Her outfit does very little to warm her.

"I do not know what would help. I need to stab some wretched flesh suit, i need to spill gore and sinew. I want to rip intestines out of some meatbag's skinsuit. but you and your group of meat puppets will not let me."

[lifesver]

it's like you never had wings

[pridewaited]

starter call. for the silliest guy ever, i need to update my verses and pages

[murderreign]

@demonwebs | Cont from here

This wasn't his first time at an event like this, but no matter how many times he attended, he would always feel out of place. Wealthy aristocrats and politics, all things he'd never cared for. No, he wasn't here for any of that.

He eyes those around him, looking for a prize to take back to the temple. His gaze finally falls on long white hair and striking red eyes. Oh this one was gorgeous, he always liked the pale haired ones, the blood always showed up so nice in contrast to white.

He was quick to approach, seeing the elf bat his pretty little lashes at him. That was all the invitation he needed.

"Oh, you were? I suppose I should feel honored. You have the prettiest eyes, you know." He lets the other take his hand, liking this ones boldness as his hand is placed on the others waist. He would take great satisfaction in having a bit of fun with this one first, and maybe he would keep his head afterwards. He had such a pretty face, he could enjoy it for a while longer and he needn't worry about rot so long as he used a little Gentle Repose.

Feeling the other elf press close, he finds himself struggling to keep his demeanor. But no, patience was required here, they were at a party and he owed him a dance first at the very least. As he looked at him more closely, he notes the blood on his lips and he fights the urge to lean forward and lick it off. No, he could wait.

"Whatever you like, my dear." He doesn't want to admit that he was enjoying the reversal of roles at the moment, that it felt like he was the one being seduced instead of what he'd come here to do.

[knightdomain]

@burninwrath sent: ' IM GOING TO CRUSH YOU IN MY PALM. '

“You won’t defeat me that easily, Monster…!”

His chest heaved heavily, the motion visible despite his armor, the blonde forced to one knee as his blade sheathed itself halfway within the ground. Hearing about this man—This creature—and everything he wanted to do or have done with this kingdom had the polished Knight stand up and do what he was destined to. Protect. He had to protect her, and the kingdom she called home; and he would do it time and time again to ensure the safety of the princess and everyone who lived under the kind reign of her family.

A sharp inhale hisses between his teeth; helmet long tossed to the side; blonde hair swaying in the wind and the golden colour nearly glittering from the suns beams. “I will not…yield! You will not get away with this!” knight’s voice raised as he grabbed the hilt of his blade and pushed himself up, ripping the weapon from the ground and pointing his blade at the Monster before him. Turquoise gaze narrowed in the presence of the beast as he stood his ground despite his injuries and dented armour; despite the fact that he knew his life could end here—He was willing to take that chance if it meant he could protect everyone one last time. This was his duty; a duty he had been born into and a duty he would continue u til his final breath.

“Fight me, Monster!” He yelled, cape whipping around behind him from the wind. “I’m not done with you yet!”

[4lexnilsen]

“why do you look like that? i told you i was going to be a sexy nun for halloween this year. it’s not my fault you didn’t believe me.” / because we had to have a thread of this actually

the smell of cinnamon might still be wafting through the air,  but alex nilsen is no longer quite so deeply immersed in this little baking project of his.   a batch of pumpkin cinnamon rolls forgotten entirely,  even if specks of flour are still dusting his apron and chin.   bright blue eyes nearly popping out of their sockets,  he finds himself gaping dumbly at his girlfriend,  unable to utter a word for a long,  long moment.   clad in a habit that’s anything but ordinary,  she’d most likely leave even the most liberal man speechless.   the outfit can only be described as a provocative play on tradition with its seductive lace accents,  black fabric so tight and short that it barely covers her backside.   “honey,  i —”   how is he supposed to take her to a party hosted by bryce when this is what she’s decided to wear?   a whisk remains frozen mid-air,  alex’s surprise is so profound that it’s a wonder he hasn’t yet dropped the mixing bowl.   well,  this is something straight out of a fever dream.   or a nightmare.   “you do realize that my family is deeply religious,  right?   and my brothers’ children will be there,  too?”

[marshalforgotten]

Finally! A concept for her Sonic verse! At least in flat colors. 😃

[huntershowl-moving]

@chaoslulled said:

is that  …  blood ? *gojo

IT IS BLOOD. A LOT OF BLOOD. though it blends near-seamlessly into persephone's clothing under the pitch-dark sky, the dark splatters on her face — and the iron tang in the air — are unmistakable.

shit. bad luck. normally, hellhound's blind rage only cools down once everyone in the vicinity is dead. they're careful to plan their kills so that minimal, if any, bystanders are caught in the crossfire and mauled, but occasionally someone is quiet enough that she doesn't notice them. either someone escaped her and called that stupid school, or ...

... well. it wouldn't be a stretch to say he found them on his own. hellhound isn't exactly stealthy — the barely-human screams of rage, the ripping and tearing. most simply lock their doors and windows when they hear it beginning.

most.

dark eyes lock on the spindly form in front of her; hellhound bares her teeth, takes a step back. even now, after expelling so much of it during her attack, cursed energy leaks from her body through the ends of her hair. if he were anyone else, they would simply push themself farther than usual and kill him on the spot. ( but he is not anyone else. ) time is ticking — they need to get out of here before the adrenaline crash hits.

❝ walk away, ❞ she calls out, voice a low snarl.

[braskide]

in regarding to my main verse, consider this post an affiliate / mains? call! i'm not entirely sure how to word it out but, i've been thinking about my personal main verse and how i mean to create a more complex ' web ' of dynamics with different characters! my idea is that i wish to have certain characters i can actively reference to even in other plots / different headcanons regarding my main verse, if that makes any sense ajhdsk;dja. i don't do exclusives, though. i will still create alternate verses for the same muses, but i do wish to have a certain sets of ' characters ' in my mainverse!

my idea is that i just want to create a verse wherein other muses ( even crossovers & outside of the ff world! ) can comfortably fit with yuna and especially have all kinds of different muses that can fit into the political & social worldbulding i'm doing! it's also easier to like throw everything inside my main storyline, send different asks referring to it and whatnot. soooo — holds my hands out and points to my main verse timeline.

tl;dr: by commenting this you give me all the rights to plot your muses into my main verse and actively reference them in other plots / ideas / yadda yadda. >3

[gravesung-moving]

chef/cafe au thoughts.

suguru caught a lucky break right out of culinary school and his career skyrocketed — maybe he owned an upscale restaurant. became known at first for his superhuman palette, then for a specific menu he did based on human vices that was meant to make the experience feel like eating the crimes of humanity (but in a delicious way) (you KNOW there was some kind of fucked up ortolan shit involved). kind of cutting edge and out-there, which is how it became so well-known so fast

but he tried to take on too much. crashed and burned, ended up at rock bottom and the restaurant closed. he sold the space and moved away with his daughters and never looked back. got chewed up and spit out real hard.

and like.... initially, he had this idea, right. his first ever idea for a restaurant was a laid back cafe (OBVIOUSLY called blue spring, who do you think i am) with a constantly rotating seasonal menu. but it got shot down by his mentors and colleagues because it wasn't haute cuisine enough, he couldn't get investment or funding for it. shelved it for the [unnamed for now] upscale place

but switching careers would mean wasting the last ten years, so he says fuck it. FUCK IT. he'll do it — on his own this time, with full creative control. the girls are teens now so they help him out with the designs and crafting the menu. it's cozy, but the food slaps and there's a new menu every month with some evergreen dishes he always has on there

the business is slow to start, but he's happy with that — he doesn't publicly link it to his name, tries to stay out of the press. just tryna live slow and spend time with his girls that he wasn't able to before!!!

postscript:

there is a gojo-shaped blank space in this verse because i have not figured out what to do with him yet — at least in verses where he's a past figure in geto's life. can vary by partner/thread, probably.

potential conflicts: wuh oh, the press find out / kenjaku as his old mentor who pushed him way too hard / the substance use issues he thought he had under control rear their heads again / pspsps bring in your muse's antags / general slice of life/ship conflicts

[puckish-rogue]

" Oh for the love of god. You nerds gotta stop taking this Santa crap so seriously. Go back t' checking your stupid-ass list and leave me alone. I got my sights on a tree that needs to be stolen. "

[silvertiefling]

KATYA - MODERN AU

Replace all the jean shorts with like, cargo shorts tho, because anything tight is the ENEMY. But basically it would be a lot of black, lot of baggy tops (probably lots of holes), things with pockets, very few accessories (besides bandages from her latest pub fight).

[murdermade]

Like this if you'd like a starter or meme from tadpole'd Orin. Basically, she and durge switches spots and she's the one without her memories. she's still bat shit insane (think harley quinn type) and murders enemies brutally but at least she's not actively trying to kill the party/everyone she comes across since she's no longer trying to prove herself to bhaal.

[swordluck]

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

Candlelight trembled against the high stone arches of the library, its glow dancing over walls lined with leather-bound volumes.  Narrow spaces between shelves brimmed with tomes too numerous to count, their worn titles cloaked in dust and shadow.

Anri’s slender fingers glided over exposed spines, moving through the aisles as quiet as a church mouse. The air was heavy with the scent of parchment and wax, now mingled with the rosewater she used to wash her hair.  Beneath it all, there huddled the metallic tang that clung to saintly skin – a remnant of her daily sacrifices.

Tired eyes landed on a book perched beyond her reach.  Gems for Songsters, its gilded lettering announced, despite being dulled by time, faded by its passage through countless hands.  Anri stretched upward, rising onto the tips of her toes, but her arms – marred by the livid marks of her devotion – fell short.  A wisp of a sigh escaped her lips, the effort leaving her to tremble faintly.  Weariness had long been her constant companion.

“Allow me,” came a voice, deep and coarse, its accent a harsh burr unfamiliar to her ears.

Startled, she turned to find Father Gascoigne approaching.  Taller than she had expected, somehow, though she had glimpsed him often in passing.  Now, standing so near, his towering form seemed more mythic than mortal.  Cowled and clad in supple leather, he brought with him the acrid scent of smoke and blood – whether beastly or divine, she could not say.

Without preamble, he reached for the book, hooking it free with the thick crook of his finger, his long arm bridging the distance with ease.  Anri stood frozen, wide eyes betraying awe, feeling herself dwarfed not just in stature but in spirit.  There was something elemental about him, a force forged in fire and steeped in blood.

“Thank you, Father,” she murmured, clasping her hands politely before her, though the gesture sent an ache scurrying through her punctured wrists.

“For the children,” she explained, though the hunter had not asked.  “They adore singing… I thought it might soothe them tonight.”

Soothe them in the aftermath of the most recent hunt – even now, the streets were still being scoured with bristle brushes to purge the viscera left behind.

“Your service inspires us all,” she added softly, the words spilling out before she could stop them.

Gascoigne handed her the book with a steady hand, his expression inscrutable but not unkind.  Anri cradled the book to her chest, the faint warmth of his touch still lingering on the leather cover.  A silly, inexplicable flush coloured her anaemia-pale cheeks.

That night, when she knelt to whisper her prayers – not for herself, but for the children – she would also utter one for him.

[lifesver]

NO ONE SAVED YOU.

(aka the worst most fucked up au for leland and maria we've written)

[withcruelty]

im ngl. i’m just …not going to go into verses too much; it’s too much to figure out with how long of a live he’s lived and how to apply a lot of that to other universes/ideas. anything plotting-wise, especially historically, can always end up just canon at this point tbh & i’d rather work something out with the other mun personally than have a catch-all