#ic | undetermined verse.

[slayersaided]

❝ please don't beat up the cashier. customer service is already a stressful job as it is. ❞

[livedtough]

@firejugglinghobo said: ' how do you know my name? '

↣ VARIOUS QUESTIONS

"It's my job."

He doesn't mean to be flippant, but that's the truth. It is his job. Knowing things, understanding them, that's what he does. Knowing someone's name is the least of them. He could get more specific, if the man wanted him to, but that's a long line of questioning and searching that was far less interesting in practice than it was in idea.

"Does that bother you?"

[seafoamseashell]

Ariel is unsure what to make of the land of Agrabah. There was so much heat and sand, it left the mermaid uncomfortable, even in this palace visiting Jasmine. Unlike herself, her friend takes her royal duties seriously. The redhead waits outside the door while Jasmine is in a meeting, feeling incredibly bored. A few minutes later, her brown eyes sees a bird flying down the hall. It had colorful red and indigo wings. Ariel stood up and tries to follow it.

@rolliesmuses (Iago) - 🫧🌊

[dshret]

Both hands held onto one of the God's many blades, the other two secured on his back. If they were not sharpened then, in times of war or any moment in-between, the worst outcome could occur and he certainly would not fall. Not here. Not now. Ares wished to see the next bloodshed occur and to happily take part in it. If that fates allowed, of course. He studied the blade to ensure it was sharpened whilst talking to himself fully aware of the surroundings.

"there is no relaxation without bloodshed and death. It is path gifted by War yet precedes War all the same. Would you be aware of such information? I am rather interested in whether you agree with such events being important and more significant than anything else."

[byanyan]

“   My parents were like I’m gonna make a child that is so beyond help. ”

[ from liú shīyì ! ]

absolutely unhinged comedic reliefㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤa snort of a laugh escapes, harsh but not mocking — almost agreeable, in fact; understanding. the sentiment, after all, is one they relate to all too well.

ㅤㅤ" funny how intentional it always seems t' be, huh? "ㅤfunny is the wrong word for it, but it's also the easiest one. the least vulnerable one.ㅤ" then they go 'round blamin' how fucked up ya are on you, like they did everythin' right an' it's your fault, the way you turned out. like they're fuckin' saints for puttin' up with ya for s'long as they did. "

another breath of a laugh passes their lips, though this one sounds more like a scoff. amusement marks their voice, but there's a bitter undertone to it that defies the uncaring air byan tries to maintain — even their relaxed stance holds a certain tenseness, muscles taut despite their easy pose.

ㅤㅤ" parents're the worst kinds'a people, man, i swear. they've always got all these expectations of ya, and if y'don't live up to 'em, if you're not exactly who they want ya t' be... "ㅤa wave of their hand; good riddance. shaking their head then, they reach into their pocket and pull free a crumpled, nearly-empty pack of cigarettes. they need a fucking smoke right about now.ㅤ" bunch'a fuckin' hypocrites 'n liars, 'f ya ask me. "

[imaginarianisms]

[ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. / for nezumi from shion

❝Shion, have you seen my scarf? It's, uh, fucking cold outside.❞ Nezumi called as they pace throughout the house, footsteps tapping on hardwood floor, walking throughout the house from the kitchen to his room before stopping his tracks as his brows raise. @prodigum was really out here holding his scarf.

❝Dude, don't do me like this, we need to get some coffee. Let's go.❞ He will say, though, that he isn't exactly offended or embarrassed or anything. Honestly, it's actually kind of adorable but he'd be damned if he ever said that aloud. ❝It's okay, you can come out of the closet, my liege.❞ Full pun intended. Ba dum tss.

for you i would. || accepting.

[crowshoots]

@honeyrage liked for a canon dialogue starter!

ㅤㅤ" unless the ghosts just got a lot more lively, it looks like we have company. "

[itsybitsypeterparker]

@emeraldxphoenix <3'd for a starter!

"It's weird to think you were the one who tried to take over the world when I was a kid." TECHNICALLY, being under 18, Peter was still a child. A teen, actually, but saying it the way he did implied he was much older than he was much longer ago. Truthfully, memories of that day were kinda disorganized in his brain, almost if the memories were shoved in the back to avoid thinking about it. But he did remember the fright he felt that day. And the relief that was given to him from seeing The Avengers save the day the way they did. Nostalgic. After all, they were a big inspiration as to why he did what he did now, as childish as that seemed.

"I mean, I don't know if you contemplate switching sides a lot. Not sure morality is that simple but, y'know, just interesting to think about." He had his one hand under his chin, thinking, the other tethering him to a web upside down.

[stainedpast]

He knows: they are not human, he would have sensed their FILTH a miles away otherwise, his superiority- or maybe arrogance, fuels his dislike of them. This one though, dancing alluringly, leading their victims into their bait. He shouldn’t be affected too, should he?

——Oh! He is!

It is different to the rest of those who surround him, the consciousness is fighting to slip away as he watches men fall one after the other like dominos, his vision blurring by the second, THREATENING to disappear. It does eventually, the last image is of them standing afar, and then close, closer, too close, and then he is gone, slipping into darkness and unconsciousness.

@vulpesse | sc

[chronicleking]

.//tags

[pr0digal]

a starter for @goldshadows ‹ savannah › !

the precinct is quiet, which is to be expected at almost midnight. malcolm has resigned himself to spending the night; savannah was working late too, so he figured there was no point racing to get home. he's hunched over his desk when the door opens, eyes glued to the case notes & images, brows furrowed as he tries to make a connection. he's too lost in his own thoughts & theories until he hears someone clears their throat & he finally looks up to see savannah standing in the doorway. smile lightens his features, eyes snagging on the two bags in her hands. ❝ savannah! you brought dinner? ❞

[balladetto]

cont. from here / @legendarylullaby

     How does the saying go again? Better late than never?

     As Link watches Zelda press the cooled jar to her eye, he presses the thought to his anger: a simmering, swelling thing in the curl of his fists and the set of his jaw. He'd arrived at the tailend of— this. Whatever this is, whatever she was doing here, ears catching all the mockery but hands too far from the fist that dealt the felling blow. It isn't her first time here from what he gathers — isn't her first loss here — but any hurts to his friends have always stung worse than his own; even if it seems she sought these out herself.

     ...Maybe especially when it seems she sought these out herself.

     The tide recedes, momentarily, at her words. His fingers unwind. His shoulders slowly loosen. He moves to crouch beside her, back to the wall, head shaking with a noise of it's fine. She doesn't need to thank him for something like that.

     "'This'," he repeats, voice fading into the faint bustle of the brighter streets. The quiet holds for a moment, stretched like the band of a slingshot drawn to the fullest, before it snaps with the breath that leaves him in an audible not-quite-sigh. He looks at her— keeps looking at her. His gaze hasn't really strayed from that big bruise, now covered, or the tiny patches of scraped skin, or the reddened contours of her face.

     Concern has his brow puckered, his lips pursed. The questions on his tongue melt away for another time — save for one.

     "Where's— where...else...s'it hurt?"

[livedtough]

@dctifulprince (🏛️)

He wasn't entirely sure what it was that had brought him here. Was it some sense of being needed, or random chance? He'd bet more on the latter, as his empathetic senses had quite often left much to be desired. Whatever it was, he was here, and he didn't need to be an expert to see how upset Aslan was. He was struggling with his tie, for one thing, which he'd never seen him do. He'd never seen anyone here do that, especially not in the palace. So he stepped over, stepping in front of the man, letting him talk as he worked. He made an effort to keep his expression neutral, focusing solely on the task at hand.

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. Sure, he didn't exactly plan on marrying the man himself, but this was only going to make things harder, and he did not want to be the secret boyfriend that he met in the middle of the night. Christ, look at him. He was becoming the thing he'd made a hundred different men be, and he didn't like it. Not that he'd ever stop, but it certainly helped him see how much he preferred being in the other position.

They were friends, though. That much was true. So he brushed all that aside, focusing on the tie. It was a bit more complicated than he was used to, but he could figure it out. "Don't worry about it," he said. "I get it." Maybe not exactly, but enough. "Is that all you know about her? That she's lovely?"

[seafoamseashell]

❝ ....𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓.❞

Ariel is aware that Poseidon had many children. But she rarely means any that share the same blood as her father and sisters. Ever since she murdered Ursula, the princess is wary of anyone connected to her grandfather. To see if someone else wants to dethrone her father the rightful King of Atlantica. The mermaid remained calm, but looks over her shoulder as she sees a young man behind her.

@lightcreators (for Percy) - 🫧🌊

[falsementor]

@no1canbreakyou said:

"I had it under control."

" Ehehh, Y'know... " Oh gods, here we go. From a portal of purple darkness emerges the six-eared demon, head cocking to the side and expression full of cheeky amusement. It had been a close call. This... hedgehog? Was lucky Macaque had been there to jump in for assist when he did ( granted, this was also a complete stranger. Macaque didn't know this person's strengths, though he could definitely sense an immense amount of power radiating from the hedgehog. ) Shadow probably could have saved himself. Sometimes, the monkey just can't help his former warrior instincts.

He leans himself against a tree, tail flicking casually.

" A simple ' thank you ' wastes less breath. And uh... You seem like you're still catching yours. "

[byanyan]

“ I’m done being baby; I want POWER ”

even more absolutely unhinged comedic reliefㅤㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤalthough they try to conceal it, the statement brings a glimmer of amusement to their eyes. lips purse in an effort to hold off the smile which threatens and they bite back the snort of a laugh that so desperately wants to push its way through — this is a serious matter, after all! (it's not, they don't think, but it's funnier to them if they play along and act like it is.)

ㅤㅤ" yeah? well, y'came to the right person. "ㅤbyan drawls, leaning back in their seat and looking elinor over. folding their arms over their chest, they appear thoughtful for a moment; contemplative.ㅤ" but have ya ever considered... why not both? power's so much more fun when you're also baby, y'know. "

finally, they crack. a grin overtakes their features, playfully amused yet not completely unserious.

ㅤㅤ" s'all fun 'n games 'til the cute one throws a wicked fuckin' punch. no one sees that shit comin'. "