#household: verse

[loquarocoeur]

Hey,so how does 'yours verse' Max feel about Bryan and Charles' radio exchanges?

Occasionally slightly jealous, but he's being very mature about it (i.e. he only needed to be fucked about it once)

[j0celynh0rr0r]

[nana-glass-chillhop-radio-hour]

the gossip at the Grace must have been fucking crazyyyyyyyy

[knbposting]

i like to think kagami makes friends with a variety of pro sports athletes in his nba career, and would go to their games too :') then he gets into arguments about the rules of sports and how he believes basketball is in fact that best sport

[katatty]

Allegra doesn't get along with her parents and Emily's live overseas, so the wedding wasn't huge. Just friends from college, for the most part.

[dirtytransmasc]

y'know how siblings will fight all day, and then like, one of them falls asleep (typically while in the car) and the other huffs and puffs but lays them down on their lap/shoulder and totally doesn't play with their hair and they pretend they are fine but inside they're gonna cry, cause their sibling is just their little baby and they would die for them and they regret being mean all day and get themselves so close to crying....

that's Miles², no I will not be taking criticism.

like, Milo (miles 42, using the little nickname for the sake of ease) and Miles going back and forth all day, being mean, teasing each other, calling each other names, being REAL mature, but the second the other falls asleep, it's done, over, they will go to the ends of the earth to make sure the other stays sound asleep, is comfy, and is not in any way disturbed. Milo will SHOOT you, if you dare breathe too loud when his brothers sleeping, he will not move a muscle for hours if his brothers sleeping on him, and the whole time he's teary eyed, trying to pretend he's not doing the little thumb thing on Miles's hair. same with Miles, he's just actually crying, he's drafting a heartfelt apology, he's fighting the urge to hug Milo as tight as he can, he's normally curling up next to/around Milo and going to sleep himself cause he's a wreck at that point.

they're brothers, better yet, twins, your honor, I love them.

[asinglesock]

cw Joy being a hater about other people's readings of biblical texts

this is making me cringe so much

[dp-clarkjkent]

If we were in an a/b/o universe what do you think your secondary gender would be?

An a/b/o...? What? What's that?

Hold on, I'll google it and be right back.

[mielmoto]

@humiliis said:

Not one for roughing it, I see.

❝ Nope. ❞

She pops the 'p' in conjunction with the final fluff! of a pretty, plush pillow in her hands, the last of what must be a dozen such cushions she'd brandished from the pouch at her hip, along with the rest of her accommodations: a rather extravagant tent (which had only moments ago fit in the palm of her hand before), fully furnished with a rug, a quaint sitting table, a wide mattress tucked into the far corner, and countless hanging lanterns—many with stained-glass casing, casting colorful light and curious shadows around the space. Dreamlike, and magical.

She wouldn't tolerate anything less, if she could help it; and more often than not, she could. ❝ A good night's rest is always important, especially when traveling. You can hardly expect to be, like, at the top of your knightly game and peak awareness if you're groggy and sore from sleeping on the ground, no? Yeah, no. ❞

Biii-iig stretch, complete with a pithy little tired sound to match: the dressed-down fairy flops down amongst the nest of pillows she'd made and sighs, content.

High maintenance, maybe, but so worth it.

[demonwebs-a]

vhaal'krin 'i'll help you with your hairdo but please don't question how i know how to do this so well' symryvvin

[katatty]

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Do you think AFO sang lullabies to baby Yoichi?

No, not really. But I do like to think that in dfohiko verse, he sings, “Swim On, Taiyaki-kun!” to a baby Toshinori because it annoys Sorahiko.

[teufelme]

Fr I spend so much time thinking about my muses and their survival verses that I forget they died in canon...

[greedcartel]

the house had been set aflame with tension in the wake of their disagreements, which had grown more frequent and far harsher as their son grew and with him, crimson's ambitions. this evening, the sitting room was stilled to silence, and even the staff had scampered away to their respective posts, undoubtedly sensing the argument threatening to spill out between the head of the house and his wife. dinner had been a stilted event, as it had been for the past week or so; dahlia feigning ignorance and speaking softly for moxxie's sake whilst ignoring crimson had only served to further agitate his already waning temper, and when she'd left to put the brat to bed, crimson had ditched the wine for the strong whiskey gathering dust in the grand cabinet by the fireplace. alessio had been shooed away promptly, at the mobster's insistence, and with him, the remnant of crimson's self-control for the night had evaporated. all of this, over some shooting practice.

❝ d'ya read him a bedtime story, too, huh? might as well. you couldn't coddle him more if you tried. ❞ crimson drawled over the crackle of firewood when he saw her enter the room again, ice clinking within the glass as he sloshed it around, dripping over the upholstery with a carelessness he did not usually allow. through the haze of his vision, he seemed to miss the glint of steel she had grabbed off the table. ❝ you'll make a sissy out of that kid — ❞

@dxhliaism sent 🔪, for dahlia to hold a knife to crim's neck.

at the behest of her dagger’s sudden touch just above his cravat, crimson spared a scoff, scowl spilling out over his sharp features as if hastily cut with a knife. the blade grazed his throat, right under his jaw, ❝ you got some nerve, sweetheart, i'll give you that. ❞ he remained still, impassive, irritated, speaking with a cruel tone that he did not usually aim at her, ❝ put the damn knife down and stop the hysterics, dahlia, yer givin' me a headache. ❞

[alastors-radioshow]

Oh do you take guests or do interviews on the broadcasts you make these days? If so, could you maybe point us to some of the interviews? If not, I think it'd be a great way to guide new listeners to your broadcasts. Like, you could host that band Ghost on here, I love that band!

"I do not usually host any guests, but from time to time, my mate has participated as a supporting host. If you enjoy the band Ghost, you may know him as Dewdrop. But to me, he is Rosée~

Why, it would not be impossible to schedule an interview with the rest of the band, one suspects. I am rather friendly with Papa as it is~"

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  “SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

i want you to stay, with me.

Digits combed through obsidian curls, thighs straddling his waist and lithe arms cradling him whilst willowy depths met his pleading gaze. His touch, warm, though his grip engraining itself into her bones; a desperate attempt at prolonging her presence. For, they both knew once she were off of him, once he were unsheathed from her wet heat, that would be it. She would leave, or he would, because time was but a cruel jester; tricking them into believing, foolishly, that perhaps this could be that pivotal moment in time containing a future for them.

Whilst they basked in the afterglow of lustful entanglement, conglomeration of primal grunts and whimpers, Loki's chest rose and fell 'gainst her own, his exhausted breaths enveloping her skin in warmth. He preferred to hold her like this afterwards, to ensure she'd stay. Either for the remainder of the night, or for but a few more moments, was entirely up to her. And he knew that. Hence, her languid blink and slight arch of an eyebrow 'pon hearing his request before a smile waxed upon her countenance. Cupping his face in her hands, she let out a playful, bubbly giggle.

❛ Such a needy God, though I suspect one with a keen appetite for multiple acts of lust in one night would be more than eager to leave. ❜ She jests, though there's a fickle sadness prickling her timbre. ❛ You always were one for finding a way to escape.. ❜