#no worries about matching length!

[iobartach]

@thriaed asked; ❝ technology advances. but humans don’t, ❞ said the 334-year-old witch

altered carbon prompts

A lot had to be said for the passage of time, how it leaves an indelible mark on the cradle of humanity. Plenty of species had roamed this rock in one era or another, leaving behind traces, but none had been as instrumental in its reshaping as humans themselves; a force that could rival the natural whims of the elements when it came time to remodelling the landscape beneath.

Part of such work had manifested as Nueva York, a megacity that arose from the rot and ruin of yesteryear to regain some semblance of its former, forgotten glory. More people than ever before took refuge within its dizzyingly tall structures, with hovercars, drones and other advancements in automation forming the connections required to navigate its sprawling streets and multiple levels.

And it was here, upon a particular promenade suspended hundreds of feet in the air, that both Spider and reality-displaced Umbra witch could be found. Observing the world as it went through its daily routine, ignoring their presence -- as well as the dangers that lurked unseen.

"That's certainly one way of putting it." Chiming in, his words come at her from behind, talons, planted like anchors, keeping him suspended in place before deciding to drop onto his feet, a transition that almost felt eerie, had Miguel's tone strayed from its calm and even level. "It's... how it's always been around here." Uttered with a heavy heart, he spoke from a place of experience, had tried to instigate change, balance the irrevocably skewed equation that is society.

Only to find that it was little more than a Sisyphean task, a waste of stamina that saw each attempt at reform met with resistance. There was only so much that the Spider-Man of this dismal future could do before he had extinguished every idea, outmatched by the entrenched forces of corruption and apathy that spread throughout every section of Nueva York.

"So how about we get back to work. Address what we can control and influence." Whilst there was still time left to act.

[phantomyre]

@aonemanarmy

It had been several days since Sephiroth had locked himself within the basement of the Mansion. Time no longer seemed to have any meaning to him. But neither did the lives of those who anxiously awaited his return. There was a different air about him, now. Darkness had slowly crept into his heart-- a corruption that even caused the candles to tremble as he paced the room, alone with his thoughts. And yet he wasn't completely alone. Further down the small cloister and tucked in a cold chamber, another man was battling his own darkness-- a pandemonium of his demons, clamoring for control over their host. Two men within close proximity of each other, facing a corrupt entity who wanted ownership of their minds. Only one had chosen to unite himself with this powerful darkness and claim it as his own. Feeling the disturbance in the atmosphere, Vincent quickly sat up from his coffin. Something was not right. He was accustomed to the various monsters wandering the mansion. But this aura wasn't coming from an ordinary monster. A looming sense of devastation tugged at his chest, calling him to investigate. Though not quite understanding this feeling, Vincent arose from his coffin and made his way towards the library. The air seemed to get thicker the closer he moved towards his destination. There at the center of the library, a tall man with long silver locks was hunched over a book, several more scattered throughout the room. That hair... it couldn't be him.

There was only one person he had seen with hair that color. And though it was brief, he wouldn't forget the son of that beloved woman. Keeping to the shadows, Vincent pressed his back against the wall around the corner, remaining out of sight should the man venture out. Questions ran through Vincent's mind. What if it was Sephiroth? Why was he here, and what was this eerie aura about him? He could hear the man let out a depraved chuckle. As quiet as it was, it sent a faint chill down Vincent's spine. If this was indeed Sephiroth... The gun strapped to his thigh suddenly felt burdensome.

[pushspacetocontinue]

Eclipse - Villain Verse thread for icangiveyouanything

@icangiveyouanything

The interviews had been a perfect start to getting his messages across to the world. People liked him, as much as it felt strange to admit to himself. Audiences were receptive to what he had to say as he answered questions. Of course, he had to pretend he was just as confused as everyone else when it came to his miraculous recovery from the long coma. Not everyone could know the truth about how he was given this second chance to save them all from themselves.

Not yet anyway.

It was a quiet day for the time being. He sat on his balcony, a small smile on his face as he watched the sunset with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. But then he felt a familiar presence in the air, and the smile grew just a bit wider.

"I think we have an old friend visiting, Misty."

"Meee..."

[thorneheir]

CLOSED STARTER | @namenotyourown LOCATION | OCEAN, 1809

As a crew, they’d all experienced all types of storms with barely a loss of life that they all held with pride but did not let them get too brave knowing how fast things could turn. Heavy rain beat down on them and win whipped violently against faces that tried to cover against the elements with little relief. It was while he was checking the ropes on deck that had been sued to secure that he noticed three distant figures clinging to the remains of a wreckage. In this kind of storm they’d seen plenty of wreckages and did a silent prayer for the unnamed lost souls, but this time changed and they had the chance to save. There was un unspoken agreement that any souls that could be saved should and so Tobias ran to the captain and pointed out the people.

The closer the ship got to the people, he could see them. Three men, all older than he was, battered by the storm and looking cold but holding on tight. In an organised effort, each one was hoisted up with speed. The last was the oldest. As Tobias saw him, their eyes locked and there was something about him that made him linger despite the urgency. A breathlessness caught him despite the wind, something stirred in him that he had experienced before but not of this magnitude. It was stronger and reminded him of what it was like when he saw another he had an instant attraction and connection too. Even in the wind and rain, he could see how attractive the man was and had to snap himself out his own admiring throughs as he grasped the man as tight as he could and hoisted him up on the deck. Together they fall back but are on the deck and there’s a pause between them as they finally look at each other without the danger of drowning. Still clutching him, Tobias is about to speak when the other crew get them on their feet. They try and take him to medic but Tobias follows, insisting on helping him walk and with good reason too. Not just because he wants to remain close and hear about who they are but because there was a struggle after being in the cold water for so long. “I’m Tobias,” he manages to speak. It’s soft, his gaze unable to take his eyes from the man. “You’re lucky we spotted you. Where you out there long? Where were you travelling from?” Its too much and rambling, so unlike him but he can’t help it.

[ofcloudskies]

𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜: w / m / nb (25+)

𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡: daisy’s been married for years after being pressured by her family to make it official when they were too young to know any better. they’re night and day, and hardly compatible. yet, traditional southern values means she refuses to leave her husband. even if the feelings she has for his bestfriend (your muse) have spiraled out of control.

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒: DAISY ; she/her. pan. twenty-six. sabrina carpenter. southern belle newscaster for a small local company.

@indiestarter

the sutherlands hosted any and all that wanted to come by every friday, when the game was on and daisy fixed a hearty spread of soul food that kept the neighborhood talking for days. she should’ve been balancing atop her husband’s lap, rolling her eyes at the juvenile jokes he liked to indulge in with his friends. or sitting amongst the other wives on the patio, with a diet coke held between manicured fingers and lips primed to gossip. but tonight, she couldn’t bring herself to do any of it. a tense argument between her husband and his bestfriend left a bad taste in her mouth, so much so that she took refuge in the kitchen to soothe her nerves. preparing her mother’s famous keylime pie was her remedy of choice. the elevated voices in the other room finally faded, followed by the adjoining door opening abruptly. she tensed, expecting to see her spouse stumbling in with a half-lidded gaze that meant he’d be a drunken nuisance for the rest of the night, but when she turned around she was met with a face that let her shoulders relax. “oh, it’s you…” she murmured softly, turning her attention back to scooping globs of white cream into painted porcelain. daisy stole a chaste glance at them from the corner of her eye before she mustered the courage to say what was on her mind. “why do you provoke him like that, sug? you know he acts reckless when he’s on the bottle. after all these years, you should know to pay him no mind when he’s been drinkin’...”

[we-the-witch]

[closed starter for @blooddrinkingbartender]

Galaxy wasn't the one to go to bars often, especially not when they had so little money. But the stress of trying to make ends meet was starting to get even to her and the abandoned train yard was cold and lonely, especially during the evening. She had made a smaller fire in the stove before leaving, to let Laila have something to keep her warm, but that did little to help the woman.

At least the bar she was in kept the cold out. It was warm enough to make her take off the old leather jacket and even older woolen sweater she came in with. She knew how to make a drink last, so even the one glass she bought with the little money they had was enough.

But she talked to nobody all evening, when otherwise she would have attempted to find a companion for the night. She simply didn't have the energy or mental capacity to, opting to simply stay at the bar quietly and make sure nobody drugged her drink or rob her of the little she had.

She was lost in thought of nothing in peculiar for a long time, being pulled out from that train only by the absence of sound of other customers. That's when she looked around to find the bar empty, and a glance at the clock revealed how late it was

"Ah- Goodness gracious, I 'ave lost track of time- I dinae' mean to hold ya so late" she apologized before she even saw the bartender that served her drink, which she still had about half of. Even though she came in very late, she had been around for a much longer time than just one drink would hold.

[ssnowbunnii]

Closed starter for @townofcadence

Christmas eve had always been their day to celebrate. Every year, without fail, they would get together and just... do something. It had never mattered what. Bunni had always been happy to just be together for a day no matter what. At least, that's what she thought, until Christmas eve became a day of sitting in a silent hospital room next to her dear friend who might never wake up again. And it was all her fault.

This new place, this new world, was very similar to her own in so many ways, but was so different, too. It was exciting, she enjoyed it, but now it was Christmas eve and she couldn't even spend it in the same room they were in. So she did the next best thing. Out in the woods like this, you would never know you were anywhere else. It was exactly the same, all the way up to the cliffside and the steep drop below. She'd been here for awhile now, all day in fact. Sitting with her legs dangling off the edge, mostly. But as it got darker, and darker, and colder... she stood. To stare down the cliff and into the rocks below. It really was a miracle that Amelie hadn't been impaled when they... fell. When they jumped. But not of their own accord! When they were forced to. Which wouldn't have happened if... if she hadn't brought them here.

Oh, god.

The entire area had dropped its temperature dramatically since she'd come out here, the entire forest felt like it was going to freeze over. But she couldn't stop imagining it. The sound they had made when they fell, the sound of the... of the crunch. Frost was spreading over the dirt and grass all around her, out from her feet. What had it felt like..? Were they scared? Were they there at all? The sight of them crumpled on the rocks below... it haunts her still, like she can see them perfectly. She releases a quivering breath, and it fogs the air.

[waveofstars]

@myriadxofxmuses | Chey & Silas

“We are so dying here,” Chey whispered to him under her breath as the all too enthusiastic front desk lady went to retrieve their room key.

The weather outside had held no mercy for the two. Snow came down in a hurry, which Chey was completely ill equipped to navigate through. Silas wasn’t much help either, but that wasn’t his fault. The roads were dangerous and visibility had dropped quickly. It was not a fantastic way to start off their vacation, especially considering the area they were in didn’t always typically snow. Just their luck. 

They were already supposed to be at the cozy Airbnb that Chey had specifically chosen for them, yet they were still about an hour away now stuck at a very questionable bed and breakfast in the middle of nowhere. The walls were plastered with gaudy wallpaper and knickknacks only a recluse old lady would love to collect. Dolls. Chey had sworn she spotted some dolls at one point. 

The woman returned with a key and Chey put on a convincing smile. “Thank you for squeezing us in,” she told her before accepting the antique key - they still had rooms like that? “That’s a beautiful sweater, by the way.” The older woman, who donned a cat sweater that was just as gaudy as the walls, waved off her compliment with a blush and a grin. She handed them a pamphlet before dismissing them to venture off to whatever hellish decorations laid in their room. Chey looked through the pamphlet with knitted brows as they were finally out of earshot of the front desk. “Look at this,” she held out the paper, “It’s an itinerary… Is this mandatory? Breakfast at 7am, Bingo at 10… I think we’re the youngest people to ever walk these halls.”

[conorxsurvives]

Closed starter: @zoaoliveira (Starting) Location: The Settlement

Even though Conor had been in Arcadia for a year now, and even though he was a guard and had been on the settlement many times before, there was still a lot he didn't know about it. Maybe if he talked to people more or asked more questions, he might have a better idea of things, but he kept to himself a lot. That had been true even before Garrett had died, but his reclusiveness had increased dramatically since his husband's death. And since coming to Arcadia, well...there were many day stretches where he barely spoke at all. It was a lonely existence, but it after so long living in such an isolated way, sometimes Conor felt like he had forgotten how to interact with people in a normal way. So he saved his words for when they counted, and he tried to keep to himself as much as he could without coming across as rude (he'd been raised to be polite, and it was ingrained in him now). But lately Conor had begun feeling more like he was part of the community, which was actually something new for him; before Arcadia, he'd lived alone in the forest, but now he lived in what could only be described as a town, albeit a twisted, shadowed version of one. So he found himself feeling just a little more comfortable around the residents of Arcadia. But while the Settlement still felt very mysterious to him, Conor still headed in that direction. He had a job to do today.

As a guard, Conor was given certain responsibilities, and after doing this for a year, he was beginning to be trusted with more important jobs. Today was one such day. As he reached the Settlement, Conor thought about Zoa, whom he would be accompanying today. Like most of the residents of Arcadia, Conor didn't know much about her. They were in town meetings together, and Conor's impression of her was that she was very passionate about her role as a scout. Zoa always seemed to have quite a lot to say; Conor thought she had probably spoken more in a single meeting than he had in every meeting combined. But he still respected her point of view - Zoa had been here a lot longer than him, after all. And Conor respected her bravery, knowing that a scout was a dangerous job.

People around the settlement knew who Conor was by this point, if not by name then by face at least, so no one questioned why he was there. He found the place he was meant to meet Zoa, waiting for her to join him, and as he did so, Conor adjusted the hatchet strapped to his thigh (he'd fashioned a sort of holster out of re-purposed strips of leather), making sure it was easy accessible. Similarly, Conor had his axe strapped to his bag. The job they were doing wasn't the most dangerous he'd experienced in Arcadia, but he'd learned to always be prepared in this town.

[savingthrcw]

"You hurt my feelings." Nami had been thinking about how to react for a while; she had been given time to do so, the crew was injured and emotions were still high, and so she had mulled over everything she had learned about Sanji - a few questions had been asked to Reiju herself in between plotting what to do - and she also had to think about everything that she still wanted to learn. But she expected Sanji to deflect. Either that, because it hurt, or to feel so guilty he would not know what to do with himself. After all, that was how she had reacted in scarily similar circumstances. And so, that first sentence was what she had come up with to have his full attention after they were left alone. "You hurt Luffy right in front of me and you hurt my feelings," she reiterated to make a point, "And we did our very best to save you, so you owe me, Sanji." The onorific -kun had been fully ditched, but while it had been a way to push him away earlier, it was now her way to close some of the distance between them, even if her expression was neutral, studying his reaction. "So I want... sixty seconds. If you want to make up with me, I want you to give me sixty seconds to say and do whatever I want, and you cannot hold it against me. I'll be completely free and you'll have to accept it. Deal?"

@ifritjambe

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@adsagsona Carefully plucked from here:

Restless Sasha sat up and stared out the window into the dark of the night. Concluding she'd not likely fall back to sleep she made her way through the dark slowly and readied to head into the cafe early. Something had awoken her, a heaviness had hung in the air upon waking but was slowly dissipating.

Given the early morning hour, she left Bran a note and headed out. It was cool but the sun threatened on the pink horizon to bring some warmth to the day. There was a path through the woods that she'd taken so much the overgrowth was patted down. Finding herself behind Jared's club she'd only needed to cross the side and the street to get to the cafe.

Suddenly the sound of something coming from above caused her to stop in her tracks. Focusing she heard the sound of something. No not something–someone. The scent of blood rushed her all at once causing her to choke and cough. Someone was wounded up there and a hoarse moan almost seemed to confirm the thought. Quickly moving to the side of the building she spotted someone lying on the balcony.

Shit

Undoubtedly a victim of Jared's that he carelessly bled and discarded. Not a bone in her body would let her just walk away so she looked around for cameras or witnesses before levitating up the three-story building. Before her feet even landed on the balcony she realized her mistake. It was actually Jared.

"Shit. Shit. Shit," she quickly spat out before bending down. There were more wounds to count and so much blood. He'd been viciously attacked and left for dead–no he'd been left for the sun to finish. The balcony sat on the east side so Sasha knew that in a minute or two the sun would rise upon them and Jared–her enemy would burn into ash before her eyes.

She should just leave, right? After all, he'd taken from her she should let nature take its course.

Tears filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks at the thought of the suffering he'd already endured, and at perishing in such a horrific manner. The agony he was in was unbearable to witness.

Reluctantly she stood up and sent a burst of air to open the doors before leaning down and grabbing the large man underneath his arms guiding as she lifted him with air. Teeth gritted tight she whispered more upset with herself than him, "Fuck you, Jared."

Once inside she slammed the doors to keep out the sun using her magic openly. She levitated him and laid him to rest on the couch before kneeling down beside him. Quietly she watched for signs of improvement but didn't find any, and it was in those quiet minutes she remembered blood would likely do the trick.

Sitting back on the balls of her feet she let her glamour slip away. Pointed ears poked through her flaxen hair and small fangs pushed down from her jaw readying to bite at her wrist when she remembered fairy blood wasn't ideal. Grabbing him by the arms she tried to shake him awake. "Where's your blood? Don't be an asshole and die on me after I struggled to get you in the damn door."

[lumiroleplays]

for @inkdreamt

Being a mother is a funny thing. Your child is never truly only the age that they are now. Wednesday may be 15, but for Morticia, she is also every other age she has ever been ever since she was born. Staring at her means seeing not only the fierce teenage girl she is so proud of in front of her, but also the little child that used to cut off her doll's heads. Just like Morticia herself as a young girl. Though she tries to keep herself from comparing Wednesday to who she used to be as much as she can. But sometimes it's hard. Mostly because she carries so much love for her girl it feels good to see a little bit of herself in her. Either way, most of those feelings do not show up on her face. Or at least, not anywhere else but in her eyes as she steps out of the car and gets inside the school for one of the scheduled visits. Morticia wouldn't often go alone and her heart already aches with how much she misses her husband; she also knows Pugsley wanted to see his sister, but she and Gomez had agreed it would be a good thing for her to spend some time alone with Wednesday, and their daughter is aware of it. Morticia isn't sure about how she feels with that, but it will not be a surprise for her. As she enters the school grounds, her eyes almost immediately catch sight of her little raincloud. She would find her anywhere, in any crowd. Her smile is subtle as she approaches her daughter, hands creeping around her shoulders and her face, as close as she could get to touching her, but without actually doing it. "Hello, my darling."

[burningfeathersx]

@aberrational || liked for a short random starter

"You know, I feel like I'm getting surrounded and overrun with neko furries lately..." He was not the most pleasant introduction to most. Rarely came out with a 'good day, how do you do' at first meet.

[dragon-clan-and-company]

Puella Veris et vir Siderum

(Closed RP with @wxvebreaker)

The skies of the Astral Sea were as beautiful and dreamlike as they were dangerous... The silvery and purple haze that hung about the stars hid countless secrets from times immemorial, and the ship that floated in the ether wasn't even akin to a grain of sand on the shores of a beach, but something smaller yet still... Aboard the ship was a man, of late twenties, in a suit of ornate bronze armor with occasional patina-green accents, at his side, a shield of gleaming platinum, depicting the profile of a noble Dragon, and on his back a cape of chainmail, made of a similar bronze on the outside, with platinum on the inside, as though to complete the ensemble of his mixed-metal menagerie of protectors... His face was fairly handsome, but with a few particularly striking features- A large scar on his left cheek, telling of a life met with its' share of strife, and a pair of crimson eyes with a lively spark of passion behind them. His hair was a somewhat longer mess of brunette hair, kept in check by a black bandanna tied back atop his head.

"Wait, is that...?" His crimson eyes widened as he saw clouds black as the void of space beginning to approach. He held his right hand out, calling to it a blood-red spear of immaculately ornate design. He looked to his crew- all magical copies of himself, disguised as other people as a contingency, save for a hulking golem made of some assortment of uniform metals. "Reginald, plan delta, scenario 65... I'll see if I can't try to impact that psychic storm, and keep the ship intact..." Golden lightning suddenly crackled around him, forming a almost spectral visage of crackling Dragon-like armor over his normal armor. He flew forward with intense speed, charging straight for the storm ahead... After an impressive surge of willpower-made-manifest, something of a specialty of the Astral Sea, he managed to calm the storm a bit, just enough to let his guard down as a final surge blasted him off to starboard by the perspective of the sky ship behind him... He went careening straight into one of the occasional portals dotting the Astral, this one a rainbow swirl of colors. After falling through, he was suddenly in the night sky of an alien, breathtaking land... He was so taken aback, that he didn't pay attention to the fact he was still falling, streaking through the sky like a golden shooting star, heading near what seemed to be a decent-sized fishing village of some sort... Though there wasn't much time to deliberate or form a plan as he went falling to an outlying area by the shore... He was able to spot a figure for a brief moment as he tried to adjust himself so he didn't crash right into her!

"WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEEEEEN?!" He cried out, tracing a protective sigil over himself, as he fell face-first about a dozen feet from the figure in question... All things considered when the rest of his body flopped unceremoniously into the sandy soil, he wasn't very much harmed... The lightning crackling around him quickly dissipated as his eyes remained snapped shut, a bit of a wince as the impact did seem to affect him to some degree.

[fullmxtal-elrich]

@flamesignite Found Ed in Domino~!

Ed had been living with Roy for about a week now, however without a job he had grown restless and as a result, decided that while Roy was off on his military duties for the day, he would get some work done of a different kind.

By the time Roy arrived home for the day, the house had been deep cleaned in every corner and the scent of food was drifting through the hallway, with a very proud Edward finishing checking on a few things. Turning to greet his adopted father with a smile, he happily set a plate of baby-back ribs glazed with honey barbeque sauce (a recipe he'd learned from his mother years ago before she'd passed), along with coleslaw and some sauce on the side upon the table.

"Hey, dad! Welcome back. I figured you might be hungry so I thought it might be fun to have some dinner ready for you when you got back. There's some cornbread in the oven still, and I'm almost done with the Biscuits and Gravy, oh and there's sweet corn on the cob in the pot, if you end up wanting sone of that too."

He spoke as though it was the most normal thing in the world, though he sort of forgot that the only one who really knew he could cook like this was Al. He'd never shown these skills off to anyone else before, except maybe the Rockbells when he was learning some recipes from them.

"How was work by the way? Feel free to sit down and dig in, I still have to finish these last two things before I can join ya."

[estfenrirswood]

location: thistle & sage | open to all!

The morning sun cast a golden hue over the quiet streets as Aiysha unlocked the heavy wooden door of Thistle & Sage, her heart swelling with anticipation as her lavender matcha latte chilled her hand. Today was no ordinary day—it was the eve of a full moon, a time when magic hummed with a potent energy that resonated through every corner of her shop. Thistle & Sage exuded an inviting aura of mystique. Aiysha had spent weeks preparing for this moment, carefully arranging shelves adorned with shimmering crystals, jars of dried herbs, and intricately carved wooden wands. The scent of lavender and sage mingled in the air, soothing and invigorating at once.

As she lit the last of the incense sticks, their fragrant smoke curling upwards like tendrils of possibility, Aiysha felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The town seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the mystical night to come. Werewolves, with their heightened senses, would soon roam under the moon's watchful gaze, and fellow witches would converge to harness the lunar energies.

Outside, a few early risers paused to peer through the shop's windows, curious about the new additions to the shop. Aiysha knew that some would be drawn by curiosity, others by an inexplicable pull towards the mystical energies that emanated from within. She welcomed them all, knowing that each visitor brought with them a unique story and a quest for understanding.

With a final adjustment to a display of moonstone amulets, Aiysha stood back and surveyed her domain with a sense of pride and reverence. The morning sunlight filtered through the shop's windows, casting soft patterns of light and shadow over ancient texts and shimmering crystals. Everything was in place, poised for the magic that would unfold with the rising of the full moon.

Aiysha flips the "Closed" sign to "Open" with a satisfying click, then pulls back the curtains beside the door, inviting more morning sunlight to spill into the shop. With a contented sip of her latte, she sets the cup down and flips a switch on a Bluetooth radio, seamlessly connecting her phone. Jhene Aiko's voice fills the air, gently chasing away the lingering quiet with a soothing melody.