#i need a verse tag ... it is Pending

[theoldsecretkeeper]

@trashthrashiing continued X

She just got quiet for a few seconds. She didn't know what the hell rabies was?? But- wh- HUH?!

"...I-its a disease that can fuck you over. Where like.. you sorta go nuts slowly, and your brain gets badly messed up. If it's not treated, you will die. You get it from animal scratches and stuff like that."

She explained as she was putting her hands in her pockets. She was panicking but trying to act calm for her own sake. Panicking doesn't help nothing after all.

"...Youuuu sure you don't have rabies? Like.. Im safe right?"

[archived-diegesis]

He hasn't taken a break.

Its been days and she noticed how he was working himself like she used to in the early days. The slow days were long back then as she did her best to get him used to human life. Furina gave him a small smile as she place her hand on his desk and tapped a familer tune.

It was a familiar action, one she has done many times when she wanted to get him to take a break.

" I....will be honest i haven't been the best of companions my dear chef justice and it has come to my attention that you have not been out of the office in days. "

She held up the basket in her hands as she tilted her head. Furina could think of many reasons why he would say no to joining her but....she held out hope to a yes.

"May....I have the honor of your time ? "

@sagnaevi // conti.

[dualitytransformation]

AU where Jekyll is trying to get rid of Hyde, so he concocts a potion that he THINKS will do the trick. And it does — after immense pain for both of them, their body is no longer being shared — BUT HYDE IS SUDDENLY A FULLY SEPARATE BEING IN HIS VERY OWN BODY, STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF JEKYLL!!!

[gcldfanged]

@saishuu-heiki

The ground had been too hard with ice to bury the old man, so Jae had spent the better part of an entire day chopping down trees to fashion a pyre for him. Despite the steel coloring his once pitch black hair and beard, he'd looked as handsome as he had in the photos of his youth: a towering sequoia amongst a forest of lesser men, great iron muscles straining and thick veins splintering blade, bullet and lash-tortured skin. His anguish was their suffering, the austere Loyalists who bled for home and country. They were nothing more than primitives that the Modernists now laughed at, for not whoring themselves, for covering their superior human forms in hand me down skin and hides like simple animals.

If they were seen as little more than a sidestep away from basic savagery, then he would continue to stalk the wilds as one of them. Wrapped from head to toe in mink and thick wools, none of the glimmering liquid gemstone colors of industrialized silks, nor the pinstriped cotton-twills of Junon's boxy suits and jaunty fedoras. His shoes were traditional gutals, handcarved leather and insulating fur, stocky with their slightly upturned toes and soles that left barely a footprint in even powder-snow. Surrounded by drooling, panting mountainous 'shepherd dogs' only a handful's generations of careless breeding away from wolves- They were as one, of the same razor-edged instinct and unified mind focused solely on the hunt. On the kill. Wolves wished they killed with the ferocity that they did.

Wolves never attacked unless you'd wronged them, somehow- Then they would take you, if they could. Normally they would merely hunch in the snow with baleful eyes and curl their tails between their legs miserably, saliva glistening on their fangs from one too many days without fresh meat. They knew better.

The Han were a proud nation of survivors, from the barren terrain and the frigid temperatures stymieing new growth and life, to the hostile occupation by Wutai stomping their pride and faces into the frigid, muddy earth. They were the product of a culture and an ideology that, as far as everyone else was concerned, no longer existed. They'd been worse than just cast out- To sink so low as to accept foreign aid, to fall so far as to do terrible and cynical things. Men and women would sacrifice themselves for 'The Greater Good'. This, he knew. His grandfather's entire life had been committed to the belief that it had all been voluntary.

But that wasn't the problem. It wasn't the dying. It was living and dying for what their leaders had become. Unbeknownst to them, to the old man whose last words were a long rattling wheeze and a hand thrust out at his grandchild and a strangled "What was it all for...?", to everyone else who'd worked and toiled and sacrificed so much, their great country was nothing at all.

Fucking nothing. Somehow their most promising generation had turned heel to greedy capitalists and as the old ways deteriorated, it didn't take long to find the trails of blood and mako they'd left behind. They bowed before and kissed the polished leather of Shinra's dress shoes as their industrial engineers swarmed over the bloated carcass of Haneul like a plague of botflies. The natural flora and fauna withered and twisted into mako-poisoned mutations, jobs became scarce due to rampant automation, their sons and daughters prostituted as the company grew fat off their blood, sweat, and bitter tears.

As far as he was concerned, The Silver General may as well be the court jester prancing about for an oligarchy of human parasites tearing into their great nation's pride and simple dignity- It's humanity. He'd seen it and lived in it, the desperation and poverty. Distinguished intellectuals and artisans selling themselves on the street. The Loyalists labeled 'rebels' and 'criminals'.

It was almost a relief his grandfather had passed when he did, just to prevent him from the knowing- That they hadn't just fallen, but passed hitting rock bottom and carved it's way into the chthonian underbelly of modern man's gravest sins.

Chaebols had become a byword for crooks, because natives understood what the decadent West's idea of business was. It was only a quest for ownership. It wasn't fair trade. It wasn't about equality. It was zero-sum savagery. It was taking what you wanted and giving your victim the illusion of consent.

The profiteers 'enriched' themselves, bloated their accounts with foreign gil. There was rarely even the simple poetic bliss in one of them getting torn apart by a reactor bomb planted by AVALANCHE. They survived. The shitheads always survived. The assholes always did.

So what did that mean about him?

His gaze is twinned black holes and merciless, spearing his gimlet eyed stare down the nose of a stolen rifle. It was anger and outrage and pain- A once great nation's desperate denial of the inevitable.

"Shinra isn't welcome here."

The words aren't ungainly on his lips, they never had been. Han was his language, but they'd learned Common in primary school, babbling syllables in other tongues.

Their enemy's and their ally's: He'd learned Wutainese when he attempted training to enlist in counter-intelligence. He'd felt the weight of hungry eyes more than once as Shinra's science department sniffed around, attempted to slobber all over him. It was disgraceful- Disgusting, the way they posed and preened and invited him to become more than 'just a farmer with a gun', not even Public Security, but a SOLDIER.

To Hell with them.

To Hell with anyone.

[infernal-feminae]

Hm. She thinks she'll be ready to return that place she once called home soon. She just needs to go over once she's going to say again.

[requiemofrebellion]

@kisumshi ― starter

The castle was quiet, for once. The others had left to get some fresh air and explore around outside. Calcifer had been sitting where he normally was, on top of logs letting them burn. He had waited several minutes before he figured the others didn’t forget anything and therefore were not going to come back inside for a while. So, he shifted into his human-like form, sliding off of the makeshift fireplace, standing and dusting himself off from the ashes. 

Clothes appeared on him, just a casual look of black pants and a red hoodie. His orange hair was short and messy like an untamed fire. Hands reached above his head, stretching out his body, having felt cooped up for a bit too long, even though his natural form was the fire form. He dropped his hands back at his sides, golden orbs looking around the room before he heard the click of the door switching to a different location and it opening. His gaze moved from the kitchen to look towards the doorway, watching Howl emerge from the entrance. 

The fire demon didn’t move to greet him though, just watched him for a moment. Caramel colored fingers reached to grab a small piece of wood and put it near his lips, as if he was ready to chew on it. A small little fire still burning from where he had sat in his true form, to keep the castle warm. 

“ You hurt? ” Calcifer finally questioned after staring Howl down. “ The others left to explore outside or something like that. ” After all, if it had been anyone but Howl that entered the home, Calcifer would have turned back into his true form, not allowing anyone other than Howl to know he could shift his appearance. 

[liecoris]

@rcdhotnight asks:

"when's the last time you got some sleep?" He asked quietly. Taking it upon himself to gently adjust their child in his arms. It was still a surreal thing for both of them involved in a union like this. The wasteland didn't much give a shit to those inhabiting it, them included. For the metallic shacks, they called their place of home, anything was better than the outside world. He rocks their child gently as he motions Mukuro to take a breather lying down. he'd join her so that she may catch her breath. They had more now than what came before, but it still eats away at Sam's thoughts and thoughts of providing something better for Mukuro and their child. (Sam! Post Apocalyptic Verse)

「Some restful sleep? I don't recall, but what about yourself, dear? When was the last time you rested as well?」 Mukuro asks with a soft smile as she watches Sam handle their child, meaningful rest was hard to come by these days, she'd only really ever fall asleep if Sam was beside her but at least her body gave her the courtesy of actually relaxing when she laid down when Sam gestured her to do so。

A soft sigh would leave her lips as she felt her muscles relax, she watched her beloved and their child with adoration as she rested。 She never would have thought that her life would have ended up like this, things could always be better of course but Mukuro was happy now。 Having a loving family was something Mukuro always wished for and for that to happen even in this wasteland, Mukuro was more than thankful。

【 40 random questions? 】 ♡ 【 accepting 】

[tresradiossolis]

Here’s my Daycare Pass! - for both my sideblogs, @duo-daycarefun and @sxnmxxndaycare

"V-very much appreciated, come on in.."

[chronosbled]

“U-Um… Amajiki? Can I talk to you for a second?” Amami had run after the young hero, only stopping once she’d caught up to walk evenly next to him. “I was testing some new recipes last night, and I thought you’d really like these, so… i brought you some, if you’d like them!”

Amami then held out a small-ish box for the other to take, inside a few cookies shaped like various types of octopus. “Ah.. Sorry, the decorations aren’t that great, but I tried! But, these are meant to be super healthy for you while still being yummy! Maybe share some with Kirishima, if you want?”

🐙 — “Oh... um...” HEAD TURNED SLIGHTLY OVER SHOULDER, almost as if to see what it was that the other wanted, yet his gaze had been casted down towards the ground as they walked. Fingers lightly fidgeting with the bottom of his school shirt as he listened to the other continue speaking to him, only having is attention fully drawn when she presents a small box out towards him causing hands to carefully take hold of the object, making doubly sure not to brush hands with her — after all, he doesn’t think his heart could hand such a thing at the moment. “You know, you didn’t have to go through all the trouble of bringing me something to eat,” he speaks in a low tone, almost making it unable to even hear, “but thank you for thinking of me, Tomomitsu-san.”

🐙 — He takes a moment to stop walking, OFFERING FORTH THE SLIGHTEST OF BOWS IN ORDER TO ACCOMMODATE THE OTHER, slowly straightening himself back out (or rather back into the somewhat hunched position he always took). “I’m sure Kirishima-san will be grateful to you as well for this. In fact,” he pauses for a moment before speaking once more, “he may come to you just for something to eat himself, especially if he enjoys what you’ve made for us today.”

[archived-diegesis]

Hearing her name makes her relax ever so slightly, the tight curl of her shoulders loosened as she chose her next words carefully. He sounded sincere in his care for her- she wants so badly for him to be sincere

"....Mr.svarog is a robot...."

The heat from her face didn't fade but she was weary of his next actions, maybe it was because to her the way people treated robots said more then how they treated their fellow humans. Most people didn't think robots had feelings and so they treated them lesser then others.

She needs to know if Mr.svarog won't be hurt if she lets him in....even if she wants her dad in her life she couldn't bare the thought of her family being hurt.

" Mr. Svarog raised me ever since he found me "

"Hey now, it's okay, baby girl." Always one for cute nicknames, it was something he always said to her when she cried as a baby. He's reminded of those often sleepless nights, where she would soon coo in his arms, making him smile at just the memories alone.

" 'Course I did. Little Clara, wasn't traditional where we was from but it just fit ya." Not that it wasn't a shock that all she had to her was her name, when it was Boothill who found her possessions on fire across the farmhouse.

Maybe he could make them again for her? Obviously he knows she won't remember, but to show her how much she was loved by all the toys and little instruments he made by hand. "Svarog...That the name of the man who found you? I best give him my regards for keepin' you safe all this time."

[archived-diegesis]

".....if Mr.Eros is dad dose that make Mr Boothill papa? .....or is Mr. Eros papa and mr.boothill dad ?"

Loud computing sounds......Did she say that out loud -

PROCEEDS TO GO HIDE -

[infernal-feminae]

Do you still manufacture weapons that could kill demon royalty?

"Yes, but I am primarily selling to nobility now. Carmine Industries is considered a contribution to the crown. Though, I technically do not really own it anymore."

[bungoustraypups]

new pinned post

hi i'm cio, most of this is copy/pasted from my bsd-only blog @bungoustraypups-verse

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make sure to read my carrd

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i’m 25

things to remember when interacting with my posts/content:

yes i love mori. no i do not think mori is a canon pedophile or child predator (he isn’t a canon child predator either, for that matter) and i do not think mori abused dazai. yes i am open to discussing why i believe this and you’re welcome to debate me on the second opinion, but i am not open to arguing about it, and i am not open to debate on the first one. please respect my boundaries.

fukumori is my OTP and i have specific ways i like to discuss them. specifically, on any post i make, do not discuss anything about them being "divorced" or anything other than actively in love with each other unless i bring it up. it bothers and distresses me when this is brought up against my will, especially on my posts i make about them or implying them being a thing, so on and so forth. always assume my fukumori posts are made with the intent of them being actively together and in love unless i say otherwise explicitly

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[emeraldxphoenix]

The Mage leans back in their seat, elegantly crossing one leg over the other as they wait for an explanation. It is not often they involve themselves in discipline, whether of their slaves, employees, or children, but by skipping out on her lessons today, Elaena disobeyed one of their few rules: do not lie to Sigyn or Angrboða. So here they both find themselves in Loki’s study, the girl caught out in a lie – she really is an awful liar – and called upon to provide an explanation. The absurdity of disciplining the daughter of a former queen is not lost on them.

Eyebrows shoot sky-high at the claim that lessons are boring and that she, and the unruly twins, elected to do something ‘more fun’. Loki would be the first to admit that being forced to learn or abide by rules one is not interested in is tedious, but Elaena is not permitted the same excuses as their other children. While they have been educated equally – boys, girls and neither all together, learning skills of the battlefield and the household, tutored until the beginnings of adulthood – and each has been permitted to leave their studies once they have determined upon a course of further study or employment, it is not so for the princess. Sleip excused himself from lessons aged thirteen to become an equine physician-groom, and Fen aged twelve to breed dogs for hunting and working, and Loki supported their efforts wholeheartedly. But Elaena is royalty, and her education cannot be considered complete until she is adept in the history and diplomacy of her people. As much as they don’t want to admit it, her adoptive parents know she will wish to return one day.

It seems that ‘one day’ is today.

“You did what?” Their voice is icy cold, initial disbelief over the girl’s tale morphing swiftly into horror. Eleana is an adult now, there is no denying it, but she remains young, naive and delicate-looking. Easy prey for any man with ill intentions. “Am I to understand that you skipped your lessons here to go into the city, without proper protection – and no, my sons do not count before you say anything about them – to meet an unknown man who you knew was searching for you?” Loki, now sitting forward in the chair, lifts a hand to run long fingers through their hair. “By the old gods, what made you do something so foolish?”

A beat of silence, and the Lysene abruptly rises from their seat, releasing a frustrated sigh and pacing to the window. What the fuck will all those years, and all those spells, have been for if Elaena is so reckless with her own safety? Spinning round on their heel, they address the princess again. “While I understand you wish to return and meet your family – and I certainly will not stop you from doing so – what you did today was not the correct way to go about it. That man could have been anyone, and you went to meet him without so much as a second thought! Please, for the sake of my extremely fragile sanity, tell me you didn’t tell him who you are?”

@emeraldxphoenix said: [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie - for Elaena, whatever age you like. (With the side note that Loki will not be mad if his kids lie to him. Up to you if she knows that yet or not)

Elaena fiddles with the sleeve of her gauzy lavender dress, trying to find a perfect excuse for why she has been out in the city all day, when she was supposed to attend her lessons and even roped the twins into tagging along. "Lessons are boring. We did something more fun", she says with a nonchalant shrug, but she doesn't meet Loki's gaze. Despite years of pretending to be someone else and keeping half of who she is hidden from others, Elaena is not a great liar. Every thought she has is usually on the tip of her tongue and it is rare she holds something back in the confines of Loki's house, unless he entertains guests.

"I went into the city and met with a man...He was looking for a silver haired girl with violet eyes, saying the King of Westeros sent him to look for his sister...the boys overheard him at the market yesterday. So I met with him." She sighs deeply and looks up at Loki. "My brother Viserys returned to Westeros. We thought he was dead, but apparently he was living here in Essos all along as well. And he told my brother Aegon about the rumors that a girl with a dragon lives here. So he sent a guard to investigate." Elaena allows the words to linger between them for a moment. "I want to go home and see my brothers and sisters. They're all married, have children...I want to see them."

[everharrt]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

In his most original creation, 10 years ago, Esmé was attached to a witch named Alice. He was charged with protecting her and his soul was bonded with hers. He fell deeply in love with her. I will always have a soft place in my heart for that ship, and if Alice's writer is out there somewhere I wish them nothing but happy days and to know I think about those two so very often.

As for presently - I only have 2 ships established on Esmé currently and I am deeply adoring both of them.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

This will always be on a case-by-case scenario. Esmé is 35 minimum in his canon, pending younger for verses. In canon the most I would be comfortable would be perhaps 10 years? I feel as if a fresh twenty year old has a lot to learn and can too easily be exploited by older partners, so I'd like to steer away from inciting any of that dynamic or presentation. I can easily see him being involved with someone older than he is, however. There's not really a limit upward from 35. But again, it's all case-by-case, depending on the muses involved and the dynamic.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

I can be. Mostly I look for chemistry with the muses and chemistry writing. We don't have to know each other intimately out of character --- the aforementioned mun who wrote Alice and I did not speak much out of character aside from dynamics on the occasion (things that reminded us of the muses) but we gelled very well with how we wrote and the chemistry was there. It really comes down to writing styles and interest in the ship itself. If one side is giving more than the other and it's obvious that they aren't really interested, it's easy to lose the feel in general.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

I'm open to anything, mostly. No taboo topics, nothing squicky, and Esmé is a bit pickier with his partners / who he has interest in but if all of the right boxes are checked I'll give it a whirl.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

All you have to say is "I ship this, do you?" I don't require much more, and a lot of people are shy or misread things. Just for clarification, sure. And if I don't see the ship that doesn't mean I won't in the future - it just likely means we need to write or discuss the dynamic more.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I won't say obsessed but I'm tired of tiptoeing and pretending I'm not interested in ships of all kinds. Character relationships are what drive our development at the end of the day. So I'd say in-between, ship favorable.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

I'm not in any particular fandom but some favorite ships are: Spike and Julia from Cowboy Bebop, Kerrigan and Raynor from Starcraft, Ana Amari and Reinhardt from Overwatch, Fiona and Sean from Shameless, Wolfgang and Kala from Sense8.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Establish a dynamic of some sort and ask.

I stole this! Feel free to steal it and tag me if you'd like.

[izzysarchivedblogs]

special verse tag drop. mostly my ship verses.

closed -> not open for outside interaction, besides some anon asks about this verse semi-open -> open to some outside interaction, asks, and anons about this verse open -> open verse for interaction and requesting single ship -> this verse is single ship, meaning only one romantic ship for the character w/ another character established, but may be an open verse for other interaction. this will only be from my end / the case for my end / not expected the same from my partner. this is just for me.

verse; clint barton; who shares your burdens (mrtonystark) // a mostly closed verse in which most of 616 is canon, and look y'all have seen the 1200+ note thread. @mr-tony-stark and i go ham on plotting and writing. so i just wanted a verse tag, and like if anons wanted to ask clint questions in that verse, i'd accept them, but otherwise it's a closed verse. but i am absolutely in love with ironhawk and how much, we write and plot together <3 i love you <3

verse; clint barton; how many more chances can i have with you (biitchcakes) // a semi-open verse, in which Clint is in a relationships with @biitchcakes - look, i just wanna gush about what Aurora and I have plotted, like I have already outlined the 2 major breakups and 1 break, and the 4 times that Clint and Jess are fools who get back together. It's relatively canon divergent in 616 event, and like y'all, Clint and Jess' West Coast Era is amazing, also Leftovers we need to write Leftovers . . . and the way i could write a netflix tv show about their west coast era, and then civil war 2 but make it more government vs. heroes and make it sad for clintjess.

verse; clint barton; entangled to a loser like me (crisispider) // a semi-open verse, in which Clint is in a relationship with @crisispider - incorporates both 616 and spiderverse events into the fold, and clint and peter are absolutely just two golden retriever boyfriends together.

verse; clint barton; how can i watch you fade (crisispider) // a closed verse with @crisispider, in which i mess around with hawkeye: blindspot concept, and really just here to torture peter and mel

verse; clint barton; to boldly go (ss; crisispider) // an open, single ship (on my end) STAR TREK AU, i have a whole write up for Clint's Star Trek au, and I've considered this verse single ship w/ Mel's Peter; but otherwise it's very open to interaction and being requested. Clint's just your unhinged helmsman who sows chaos into all of starfleet/the federation :) [ here is the written up verse information to read ]

verse; linda carter; to heal across the stars (thefleetsfinest) // an open, single ship (on my end only) STAR TREK AU, for Linda Carter, whom is now a cardiac surgeon aboard the Enterprise. On my side, not Mel's side, I am only writing one romantic ship in the Star Trek setting/au and that's with Mel's @thefleetsfinest. Very dedicated woman to medicine and well-being of the crew. [ verse write up pending ]

verse; pepper potts; captain of her own (uss unreliable) // an open star trek au verse, in which Pepper hot off the heels of being the infamous Captain Tony Stark's first officer (of which there's is many rumors surrounding him), has been promoted and now is Captain Potts of the USS Unreliable. . . . her first officer being Steve Rogers (@liibertysdream) of whom is a former captain himself (rumors surrounding him as well, oh no pepper what are you doing). She was communications and command before hand, with prior goals of managing a starbase or colony, now being made Captain of a ship.