#mainverse.

[eiverja]

eivor would have floundered in rygjafylke following kjotve's death without the allthing and subsequent relocation. she obsessed over and poured herself into her pursuit, and lacking something to redirect that energy into would have seen her spiraling into a deep depression.

because eivor never processed her trauma, not really. she kept going, and going, and going, always one step ahead of facing what she'd experienced.

styrbjorn's decision saved her from that. eivor would've hated who she'd become without an outlet.

[werexcat]

Gabriel was absolutely starving at this point--and rather than use any more of the money that had been pocketed into his jeans--he'd simply decided to stick it out inside. If only he could give away the money, but just thinking about it made Razor's face come into his mind again and he ... he just couldn't do that. Goddamnit.

Oh well. Starve it was--or not, apparently, since Roland didn't seem to mind taking him along with him to eat.

"... ... Alright."

Watching the brunet for a moment longer, the Werecat proceeded to follow after the other because it wasn't like he knew the way, but at least food would be soon. It didn't even matter what kind, but as far as dinner was concerned, he'd eat whatever would be served to him without question.

Roland heard that grumble of Gabe's stomach, but he kept his eyes trained on the werecat's face. Poor guy must be starving if the mere mention of food warranted a noise like that. Roland could relate.

"Of course." He smiled. "I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it in all sincerity.

"Come on." He motioned with his head for Gabe to follow him to his 'home'. "It's only a short walk away from here."

[80s-pizza-party]

twomindsbrokenheart​:

80s-pizza-party​:

… Cassie’s tears were coming back… and her face screwed up again… before she lurched forward, her arms circling tight around Roxy’s chest.

“Y-You saved me… even after I…! I-I…!!”

Roxy folded her arms around Cassie.

“Yes. Yes, I did. No kid gets attacked by a stupid scrawny endo monster if I can help it.”

Cassie made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, her arms tightening slightly.

At least someone was on her side...

[straycalamities]

(aug 2018?) fuck it i am probably Never going to finish these so have them they were supposed to go on his main blog as a like...hiatus explanation, but that was like 5 hiatuses ago

[scuddle-bubble101]

"I won't let you hurt these kids. Whatever intention you have, it'll be your LAST. And, I will MAKE SURE of it."

[Great an annoying hero... How mind-numbingly obvious- He's not from Classic or Fractal's side of the woods though.]

[He's bold and knows it. No doubt has the power for it... But, he's nervous and... Unstable. I don't like how he glitches.]

[And Hunter-]

[..... He's already so scared.....]

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[....I can't do this fight....... I don't want to.]

"You've stated your grounds, I'm stating mine."

"what.-"

"Take him... Do whatever you may want with a living breathing multiversal battery. I see your intentions are less than Commune's. But, heed my warning."

"Do not LET that boy out for your sight... Keep him away from the ends of this multiverse............. We weren't the ONLY ones after him."

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*Delta now has obtained Agnus! and Shards has left! The multiverse seems to be calm again..... For now at least.

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Had some ideas about Proto Vox and Niffty while driving

Vox and Niffty meet when Vox's boss hires her to make his clothes/costumes. She's not under contract with his overlord (not under contract with anyone, in fact); she's just freelancing, so she only comes by the compound once every few weeks.

The two of them form a tentative bond over the hardships they face due to their demonic forms, and their shared ambitions to eventually rise above their stations.

Vox is hamstrung by being locked into a deal with his boss and only ever being allowed to leave the base in her company. Niffty is just a regular sinner with no real power, but she uses her seamstress job and unassuming appearance to network and collect/trade information.

Vox is privy to tons of information about his overlord's business dealings and private affairs since he's almost always with her. Up until this point, he hadn't been able to make use of that information due to his limited mobility, but now he has Niffty. He shares confidential information with her, and she carries it back outside. She then trades it to others in exchange for favors/assets/information, which she shares with Vox whenever she sees him next.

They're able to keep this arrangement up for a few years. Niffty's starting to accumulate some power, but Vox is still stuck under his boss' thumb. One day, something bad goes down between Vox and his boss, and he confides in Niffty that he needs to get out of this fucking place; he feels like he's gonna snap if he doesn't. Sympathizing with her friend, Niffty decides to take a risk. She spreads a rumor that Vox's boss has done/is planning on doing something to slight the Radio Demon.

Just as she'd hoped, Alastor shows up at Vox's overlord's compound and kills her, broadcasting her screams to the city. Niffty is excited, not only because there's now a power vacuum that she can take advantage of but also because Vox is free. However, he's nowhere to be found. Niffty assumes he split to go strike out on his own and tries not to resent him for not getting in contact with her (and hopes that she didn't accidentally get him killed by sending the Radio Demon after the woman whose company he was always in).

Years pass, and Niffty builds up her business, eventually achieving overlord status. At an event, she happens to cross paths with Alastor... and Vox! She's thrilled to see him again (and that he's not dead). It turns out that Alastor took an interest in him when he went to kill his boss, and Vox has been with him ever since. Things were a bit rocky at first, but after a while, the two of them became friends– actual friends, not a master and servant like Vox and his old boss had been. With Alastor's guidance, Vox has been building up power of his own. He recently discovered that he can modify his body, and has just gotten his first augmentation: a pair of neon blue claws (which look suspiciously similar to Alastor's, but Niffty doesn't mention that). The two of them agree to stay in touch and possibly do business together now that they've got more than just information to offer each other.

Vox and Niffty remain friends, occasionally meeting up for business-related things or just to chat. Vox slowly upgrades more and more parts of his body. Niffty's happy for him that he's finally able to gain some control over the form he hated. She jokes with him that she's jealous; he gets to change his body however he wants, but she's stuck looking this way forever. Do ladybugs go through metamorphosis? However, things are starting to get tense between Vox and Alastor. She can't tell if it's because of the upgrades, Vox's increasing confidence and success, or something else.

Eventually, Vox and Alastor fall out. Niffty is just as shocked as the rest of the city when Vox emerges from their fight not only alive, but having forced Alastor to retreat. Yes, it was a stalemate and Vox came out of it the worse for wear, but it was still something no one else had been able to do before. While she knows the split from Alastor hurt him deeply, Niffty is happy for Vox that he's suddenly in the spotlight, ready to claim the power he always craved in a body that feels right to him.

Alastor has a dilemma now: he wants to make Vox pay for ruining things between them and daring to try to compete with him, but he doesn't want to kill Vox. He's also curious about a certain ability of his that he's aware of but has yet to fully explore. The solution to both problems presents itself in the form of Niffty. While she and Vox truly aren't that close, she's an easy target, and Alastor's been feeling spiteful these past few months.

Vox is shaken by Niffty's "death," but it does nothing to dissuade him from the path he's on– quite the opposite. However, he's horrified when he learns about Alastor's new maid. Seeing Niffty, a clever and driven woman who he'd once commiserated with over their pathetic demonic forms, reduced to a hyper, childish freak is like something out of a nightmare. Vox could hear the message Alastor was trying to send loud and clear: "If I can do this to her, I can do it to you too." The thought of losing everything and truly becoming the fool everyone had once assumed him to be was terrifying, but Vox's pride and hatred of Alastor would not allow him to back down. He took measures to protect himself from his former friend and continued working to build his soon-to-be empire.

When Vox and Niffty reunite at the hotel, neither them are in the right headspace to process what's wrong. However, there's a little twinge of... something deep within them both. Something like sorrow.

[pistolslinger]

brekker had a habit of standing on the precipice of true, sincere understanding of others — not the kind he used to judge people for how easily they could be conned, not the kind that determined if someone was enough of a threat to not make deals with. no, it was just honest understanding, where it felt sometimes as if kaz could read minds, and jesper often saw it flicker in his eyes before whatever controlled his bastardousness (his heart, his brain, his soul? who knew anymore) burnt it to a blackened husk.

jesper watches as the reminder of the gap in their ranks, the reminder of helvar, impacts in the wrong way. he watches as kaz's voice rises and his eyes grow wide, and he watches as kaz — logical, quick witted kaz — butchers the sentiment behind responsibility to the dregs. he can't even tell if it was on purpose or not.

i won't betray that responsibility. jesper's expression slams shut.

"can you, though?" he says it softly, curiosity cut through with something wary; he wants to believe kaz can plan his way out of anything; he wants to believe that the irrationality rollins inspires in kaz can be tempered, or kept on a leash. he wants to believe kaz. "is there anything that brings you back, when you get in over your head?"

continued from here with @pistolslinger

there was no fill of justice in ketterdam. the threats he had forced upon rollins, the nightmares he had planted in the man’s mind, they were nothing compared to the haunted alleyways kaz had been forced to walk ever since he lost his brother, to the childhood that had been stolen from him, to the quiet farm boy that laughed loudly and ran with reckless abandon through fields — unaware of the darkness lurking right around the corner. 

the only way kaz would ever get his fill of justice was if he could go back in time and make it so that his brother lived. but there was no one who could and pekka rollins had to suffer because of it. someone had to shoulder the blame for ripping away a future where kaz was just a boy, not a bastard. a future where it wouldn’t be weak to love his brother and he wouldn’t be punished for wearing his heart on his sleeve.

something stirs within him at jesper’s words and his throat tightens. he forces out a scoff instead, seemingly uncaring in the face of criticism. ❝   you’re just as much a fool for underestimating me. i know what i’m doing. ❞ he grips tightly to the crow head of the cane as he stares at the other. since when had his business ever been a concern of jesper’s ? it wasn’t for him to question, it wasn’t for him to —

helvar. the name echoes through his skull and the drüskelle’s voice soon follows, as loud as jordie’s once had been.  ❝ it ends when i say it does ! ❞ kaz snaps, raising his voice, and his eyes suddenly growing wide, as if in fear of his own rage. he looks away, avoiding jesper’s gaze, ❝ people have wanted me dead since before i joined the dregs. yet here i stand. ❞

his shoulders roll with discomfort as he softens his tone,  ❝ you won’t bury anyone else. i have a responsibility to my crew that very well can’t be fulfilled if i am dead. i won’t... ❞ he struggles to find the right words,  ❝ i won’t betray that responsibility, ❞ i won’t betray you, jesper.  ❝ and i will make my plans with that responsibility in mind. ❞

[eightyxnine]

@thegirlwondcr sent:

well, i'm in trouble now.

PROMPTS FROM BATMAN

🦇—-;; Bruce had been watching her for a little while, not quite sure what she's up to, if only because it is a little odd to see a teen out this late, let alone a teenage girl, who seemed by herself. Still, not wanting to assume he had waited until she did something that did warrant action. There's a slight tilt to his head as he shifts on his perch, hand moving to the grapple. He uses the device to land quietly nearby.

His cape is pulled around his shoulders slightly as he steps over slightly and hi eyes narrow a little. He'd cleared his throat to get her attention, and he didn't particularly like the response, but obviously she was. He should bring her to the GCPD, but even he knew that wasn't likely the best course of action here. So instead, Bruce scowls lightly for a moment and huffs.

"Is trouble not what you were looking for?" The Bat asks, it's not a question that requires an answer, but he steps forward then, ignoring the street light for the moment. He'll gloss over what he'd seen her doing a moment ago for the time being, given the more concerning fact she's out here alone. "I mean, out here by yourself, is it really worth it with all the risks out here in Gotham?" It's not a safe city at night.

[the-mocking-robin]

Fuck me, I thought one of the kids found this blog.

[eiverja]

important portrayal notes

(in no particular order)

tries to talk Dag down. he dies with weapon in hand

dislikes and distrusts Ivarr. their interactions are tense and terse. denies him his axe. is truthful about this with Ubba.

Ceolbert is her son. I said what I said.

unexplored/pushed down feelings for Randvi.

[cucosbiggestfan]

heh.. how we feelin chat!.. 😜🤫

[80s-pizza-party]

New Sensations || Closed RP @80s-pizza-party

twomindsbrokenheart​:

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Cassidy clapped her hands together and bounced on her feet, grinning.

Freddy, instantly cheered by seeing them so excited, smiled down at them. “You should both get to bed,” he suggested. “You will need your energy for the big day tomorrow!”

“Aw, but now we’re too excited to sleep!” Gregory protested.

[aletheialed]

The Chief Prosecutor from overseas, Miles Edgeworth... at first, Rayfa had come here to see him for a completely different reason to the one that's taking up all of her attention now.

Honestly, she doesn't remember the man particularly well. It's no surprise - she was in such an awful state during the time that she'd spent with him that she barely gave him a second thought with everything that had been on her mind. But he'd been kind to her - she remembers that, and she'd wanted to thank him for it. There may have been other reasons for her seeking him out, too, but right now... Rayfa has forgotten about all of them for one very specific reason: the mystery that she's determined to solve.

That is to say - the question of whatever it is she's been experiencing whenever Miles Edgeworth is nearby.

If you were to put her on the spot, she'd say it feels like spiritual power. But that makes no sense. For one thing, Rayfa has never heard of a man having spiritual power! ...Though until recently, she hadn't thought that anyone from outside of Khura'in could channel spirits... and so much of what she'd believed about the spiritual world had been wrong that it would hardly surprise her to learn if she was mistaken about more. Still - it's strange enough to have made her second guess herself. Then, there's her next source of doubt - the fact that Rayfa can't even channel spirits yet herself yet. So can she really trust herself to accurately discern what she's feeling to begin with...?

To be honest, she hates it - being so unsure of herself. It brings up bad memories in her... uncomfortable feelings that she'd hoped she had finally got rid of. But that's exactly why she's so determined to figure this mystery out right now - so much so that it takes her three times until she realized her name has been called by the man she's been staring at for the past half a minute.

"Oh! Ummm...." Suddenly, Rayfa feels awfully embarrassed. Not that she has anything to be embarrassed by, of course! Her curiosity is completely reasonable, and as the future Queen of Khura'in, she is obviously one hundred percent justified of wanting to get to the bottom of this matter!

"Mr. Chief Prosecutor! Did you- say something to me just now?"

@demon-prosecuted ( starter for edgeworth! )

[straycalamities]

Damn, sometimes I forget that Entre is a Onceler

LMAO that's especially amusing to me bc he started as just a onceler askblog ToT no gimmick or anything just ur default 2012 beanpole

[scuddle-bubble101]

Don't mind me... *spontaneously has been giving everyone makeovers*

[dustxechoes]

@asurastro

"Ha! I'm gonna make this look easy like, Muscle Guy!"

Fortune reported as ordered, though...no one had told her to come in full combat gear. But she'd demanded to be allowed to take a more active role in Rex's 'bad guy hunting time', as she'd called it. Though the more polite term would be 'superheroism'.

Unfortunately, given her...enthusiasm, and seemingly boundless capacity for violence, some ground work had to be laid down first.

And that meant superhero lessons.

"Well come on, then! What's first? Close quarters combat drills? A little range time? Torture 101? Come on, come on, I'm ready already, like! Aw this is gonna be just like boot camp! 'cept this time I'm not suckin' off the drill instructor."