#VERSE; ( TBD )

[mistrdctr]

@suffcring sent: “american girls would seriously dig me with my cute british accent.” Darcy is an American girl. She does not have a British accent, and the one she is pretending to have is not, in any way, cute. [Memes & Starters | always accepting]

The crunch that appears when Stephen bites into his freshly-made Pastrami sandwich cuts through the silence following Darcy's words like a hot knife would melt through a block of butter; The action is interrupted, however, with him pausing mid-action as his brain receives the information given, works with it, and then...

He blinks. Once. Twice. Knits his brows as he looks up from his truly delicious lunch (god, he's been starving!), slowly chewing along as his bright gaze finally comes to a rest on the woman sitting across the table.

The soft fabric of his cloak touches his cheek, tries to wipe away what must be a smidge of mayonnaise; Strange tilts his head to the side, used to his garment's liking for PDA by now. His collar follows his motion however, and Stephen flicks his head to the side once more - twice - before muttering a low "Stop that." to which his companion finally retreats and lets him be messy in peace.

Yes, his gaze is still resting on Darcy. And yes, he blinks again, brows knitting even further before he opens his mouth. Then, he closes it. Opens it again. Closes it right after.

"---We gotta work on your 'british accent'," There's a lot of emphasis put onto the last two words, "and with 'we' I mean 'you'." A deadpan comment, made by a slightly confused sorcerer who's trying to have a good time and yet has to deal with whatever this is. "And while you do that - preferably inside your head - I'll keep eating my lunch. ---Deal?"

[writelikeyouarerunningoutof]

@cag3dsong | for nadia stark.

Arms folded across his chest, Sam bears the appearance of someone who is absolutely paying attention to the briefing. His eyebrows furrow, as if seriously contemplating the words of the agent at the front of the room. "Is he even listening himself, or does he just want to hear himself speak?" He pitches his voice low so only the woman next to him hears him.

[bxd-kxrma]

@liroyalty

Draconia Scre. The new home of this once banished knight, a secret she would keep to the grave as she wouldn’t let misplaced punishment sully her reputation. For now, she would put her thoughts into this new position she had been granted to which even surprised herself at the announcement.

Three dragon eggs. Stolen and recovered by Karma. It seemed to be easy to pick up on gossip and shady dealings in this land when having little to no connection with it which, of course made the process of recovering said eggs quite easy as she played the part of a successful noble from another land all too eager to purchase such profound and expensive goods.

It was only her code as a knight to return the eggs to where they belonged, regardless of reward.

Now she stood in her own quarters in the kingdom… A royal knight. Long, braided pink hair would fall over one shoulder as she bit at the tip of her thumb in thought, a bad habit of hers. The eyes of and glares from others at her position would not be ignored by the woman. She knew there were some who thought the sudden position was unfairly given. But this was nothing she had not dealt with before, leaving her rather unbothered and only thinking of the rapid adjustments she needed to take on, and quickly.

The knights mind would snap out of its endless thoughts as a knock to the door came. She would move to open it to reveal no one but the princess. “My lady.” Quickly, she would bow out of respect for her new lordess.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

[venomhearted]

" YOU KNOW, I've heard it's said that the only difference between a poisoner and a healer is in the dosage. Do you agree with that?"

[secxndchance]

@leoxcantus liked for a starter

The boy had awoken with no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there. The last thing he remembered was facing off against Vanitas. Had he succeeded? Had he destroyed the X-blade? What about Terra and Aqua? Were they okay?

Ventus was brought out of his thoughts when a group of strange looking creatures lunged at him. Not unversed, but not too dissimilar. The boy reached out to summon his keyblade but...nothing.

That was weird.

If he'd been any slower, they might have swarmed him, but Ventus managed to roll out of the way just in time. How the hell was he supposed to fight without his keyblade?

"What is this place?"

[whiskeysmulti]

✦ to finger my muse ((OOC: I get confused by wording, but I think my muse = Haru, right? If not- apply reverse. I be bold and send this bc I recalled the one musing post and went kekw just send it))

less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes- no longer accepting!

Mature themes under the cut, continue at your own risk! "Oh?" They'd been making out for what felt like hours and he was honestly content with just kissing her. Haru made him happy and any time they spent together was a pleasure to him. He was always content whether they had sex or not.

Haru had surprised him, asking for something more, something a little different than their ordinary. But he was happy to oblige. One thing Gokudera knew about women in the mafia was no matter what, they were to always be respected which was why he'd always put his own desires aside and wait for her to initiate, as mixed signals sometimes happened in new relationships and getting her to yell 'fuck you!' back to him wasn't always an invitation. Pulling her in close, he kissed her again and again, slowly getting his tongue acquainted with hers, it was after a long breath taking kiss that they paused for hair and she gave him that look. The look that any boyfriend would take as a signal to go further, however he would never pressure her. It wasn't until Haru spoke up that he listened to his body's more carnal needs. A quick exchange of "Hayato, touch me," and a "are you sure you want that, Haru?" to verify that he had actually understood what she meant and he was ready. "Get comfortable, Haru." And a quick kiss and slowly he started kissing down her neck and gently let his hands roam her body. Laying her on her back, he kissed her all over, chest, torso, abdomen, and then he trailed lower. He took in her scent, her body language, her sweet little mewling sounds and began. Pianists are often known to be skilled with their fingers, and tonight Haru just might find out how good Hayato really was at fingering. Thumb slowly brushing her clit for her pleasure, he slowly slipped a finger in at a time, giving her a moment to adjust and relax before going further. Two fingers in now, he rubbed and stroked them in and out, paying close attention to her reactions and noting which ones elicited the most pleasurable sounds. He lay next to her now, continuing to please her with one hand, his other arm wrapping around her as he kissed her and double checked on her comfort. "Is this okay? Tell me what you need tonight, and I'll do it." And he would even if all she needed was some kisses and a few gentle, tender, and intimate touches.

[howdyneighborr]

’ We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared. ’ - kenny to cartman :3c

@dustified; saw sentence starters -> [ x ]

❝ C’mon, Kenny– You act like we did that stuff on purpose. Well, the grand theft auto wasn’t an accident, but it was totally necessary… And hella fucking sweet, dude. Don’t act like it wasn’t cool as shit. ❞ Eric belly-laughed and kicked his feet up on the dashboard, pressing the toes of his shoes against the frosted glass. ❝ And no one’s going to find out – unless —; we want them to. ❞ He turned his eerie blue-brown stare to the other and a grin curled up his cheeks. Eric bit his lip.

[chosenbythecrystal]

Noctis didn't see his younger brother as often as he'd like. He made time for him as best he could, but his schedule had picked up in recent months back. If he wasn't shadowing his father in a council meeting, he was training and if he wasn't training, he was studying history or politics or battle tactics.

The woes of being Crown Prince, he supposed.

"Hey, 'Zora," he called out in greeting, catching sight of the younger teen as he left the training room after a session with Gladio. "You busy?"

@muses-morii

[optimisticrobin]

@gravitasfatum liked for a starter.

Dick had never faced a enemy quite like this. He didn't even know what to call them. They looked like shadows, but they had some level of physical form. According to the others, they were all over the city. They didn't seem to be having any better luck than he was. For every one he knocked down, two or three more popped up.

Were they reforming?

"I normally have something witty to say, but frankly I'm stumped..." He mumbled as they began to surround him. They didn't seem all that strong, but they were relentless. More and more of them were appearing and he didn't have an endless amount of energy.

"What even are you guys?"

[cxskxtsymptxm]

" I know there's still good in you, Corey. If I didn't, I would have shot you in the head and dumped you in the grinder with the bastard." (* tosses Laurie at Corey*)

The statement gets a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as hi lips purse with disbelief. Still GOOD in him? Oh, NOW there is still good in him? Where was that, Laurie, when he started down this path? No, instead of helping, you took away the one close fucking friend he had left... Someone he loved. You tried to take her away from him and expected to what... Have a happy ending?

The dark glint to his expression says it all as he brings a hand to his lips and starts to shake his head, pacing.

"No... Maybe there was when my closest friend-turned-girlfriend was allowed around, maybe there was before YOU tried to kick me to the curb... I'VE KNOWN YOUR GODDAMN FAMILY SINCE FRESHMAN YEAR. Hell.. Even longer.. And the moment I stumble, the moment I crack under pressure... You toss me aside. Good? Who cares about good anymore."

He drops his hand, scowling then with an angry, hurt look in his eyes.

"What did good ever do for me when I really needed it?"

[anjaofthewild]

@reapersxfolly | X

The young man had no business being half-dead at the fringes of the wildwoods. Better that his blood drench her soil to give life to her gardens, for his flesh and bones to be laid out as a feast to calm the hunger of magnificent beasts. Nothing would go to waste.

His body was dragged without grace. Anja had his feet bound together, alternating between walking backwards and walking forwards but never finding any comfort. Neither would he when he came to. The dirt would itch and scratch at his back, his dead weight surprising. It always was, people didn't look heavy until they were laid out utterly useless.

When he stirred to life again she was almost incredulous. He was supposed to be dead at this point of their miserable ascent. They were just shy of her cottage, and she took a huffing-exhausted moment to rest back on her haunches for a breather.

And she stared at him. Tempting as it was to simply stand up and leave him to the elements, something about his eyes held her attention. Like a leader that demanded to be heard. "What?" she finally asked.

[mistrdctr]

@resignedworkaholics cont. [x]

Hah, very funny: The human body is mostly made of liquid, around 50 to 70 percent of one's existence consists of water, yada yada, all of that - Stephen knows; He's a doctor, after all. Somewhere still, at least...

"With liquid I mean --- Uh, yeah, thanks."

Receiving his Vanilla-Matcha Frappé with an extra dash of fresh cream, scarred fingers curling around the cup, the sorcerer speaks his thanks to the barista before turning on his heel, taking a sip; He follows the other out of the small café, accompanied by a hiss and a muttered "Ah, fuck that!" as the sensation of a burn sears itself across his tongue.

"Oh, really? - Well thanks, gotta learn something new every single day, I suppose." Sarcasm. Stephen knows he needs money to buy himself a drink, and he was so damn sure he had some on his frame - but then, once that cute guy behind the counter had asked for the payment, he'd realized that 150 Rupees won't be sufficient to pay for his choice of beverage.

Bummer. Well, he's got it anyway, thanks to that unknown one being so considerate.

The question, however, makes the sorcerer stop in mid-motion; He blinks, gaze lifting from his cup to meet that of the other one, a somewhat surprised expression sitting on his features as he does. Ah, must be the cut on his cheek, right? Or the bruise on his bottom lip? Perhaps the dried blood below his nostrils--- And the money-thing, obviously.

"---Uh, yeah!", is what Stephen says, a bit too enthusiastically perhaps; He clears his throat, still trying to cool down his tongue by taking a few shallow breaths through parted lips. "Good. Peachy. Perfect. Just, uh --- must have lost my wallet along the way somewhere. Or, uh, the Dollars inside. Had a bit of a rough day."

A bit. Just... slightly.

[ofgreasestains]

@autobotadriana

“It almost feels like a crime to be washing a Cadillac in my driveway like this.” Charlie jokes as she uses the soaked soapy sponge to swipe across Adriana’s hood as she gave the femmebot a scrub down.

The young mechanic was always happy to see the other Autobot whenever she came into town to visit. Unlike Bumblebee, it seem Adriana had more leeway or she was just more sneaky about coming to see her. Either way, Charlie appreciated it as the femmebot was her only source of news of how Bee was doing these days, not to say she didn’t enjoy the Adriana’s company too.

“Couldn’t you show up with something less.. conspicuous?” Laughs Charlie. Last thing she needed was the neighbors being nosy as too while there was a Cadillac in front of the Watson’s house.

[slade-txt]

One of the cogs is stalling again.

Irritating.

[holyguardian]

@cwarscars | 📱

[ TEXT - MR. H ]: Heard you have a condition.

[ TEXT - MR. H ]: Also heard you hate scientists. Might be a problem.

[ TEXT - MR. H ]: Aerith Faremis, daughter to the late Prof. Gast Faremis.

[ TEXT - MR. H ]: If you want help, let’s meet. Early morning. Somewhere busy. We have beef against the same man.

[secxndchance]

@electricea liked for a starter

"Um, hey! Excuse me!" Ventus shouted as he jogged towards a boy who looked to be around his age, maybe a little older. Another world visited on his quest to find Terra, each world vastly different to the last. Part of him felt a little homesick, but he was meeting so many new and interesting people. Besides, he couldn't go home until he'd found Terra.

He didn't believe what the masked boy had said about him becoming a different person but still...he was a little uneasy.

"I'm looking for my friend. You haven't seen him have you? He's got brown hair and he's dressed kind of like me." Ventus rambled, raising his hand above his head. "Oh, and he's like...this tall."