#show timeline verse

[ghostwhisperer]

there’s something so special about an early morning in the store,     dawn pressing in with pinks and blues to cast color across the past. it’s not every day melinda gets to wake up with grandview— not that that choice is ever of her own volition. on the busier days spirits cling to her side, she’s lucky if she gets to pop in once or twice during the afternoon; on the worst, it’s enough for her to get out of bed at all. melinda would be lying if she said missing as much as she does doesn’t disappoint her. her gift gives her as much power as it does to the souls she crosses over, but 'same as it never was' has always been different. in a way, it’s one of the only things she can call hers and hers alone; something she created from the ground up with her own two hands, tooth and nail.

at least she knows there’s someone here who loves it as much as she does.

❛❛ y'know, it's a good thing jim's building the house. ❜❜     melinda chuckles from the floor, cross-legged and twisting a dismantled desk leg between her hands. the store smells thickly of coffee and the bagels she’d brought from home, a bribe, she’d joked, to make up for andrea coming in.

when a regular had stopped in and offered a tattered writing table free-of-charge— her only stipulation that she’d see the restoration before being shipped off to the highest bidder— melinda had to hold herself back from spitting out an overwhelming yes. truth be told, the most she knows about refurbishing comes from her weekly 'fixer upper' binge— unlike andrea, apparently, who’d done a lot of the heavy lifting this morning while she herself dawdled between nuts and bolts. she makes it look so easy, but then again, that was andrea— grace and passion and secrets melinda peels back the layers of each day.

she enjoys the vulnerability of this. the normalcy. here, she doesn’t have to be the link between the living and the dead. all she has to be is a woman sitting with her best friend— the one she always wanted, but never had.

❛❛ oh, shoot, ❜❜     melinda exclaims out of the blue; the second desk leg practically crumbles in her hands.     ❛❛ i must’ve dropped a screw somewhere! ❜❜     her gaze sweeps circles around her, leaning forward to dig haphazardly through the pieces strewn about. she can feel @venustrape's laughter before she even looks up; giggling, she drops her hands in her lap and quips,     ❛❛ ha ha. very funny. laugh at the girl who sees ghosts for a living.❜❜     as if to toy with her, the screw rolls out from under her foot. melinda grins, grabbing a screwdriver with the confidence of someone who knows far more than she does, and asks,     ❛❛ how are you so good at this, anyways? were you a carpenter in a past life, or something? ❜❜

STARTER CALL: ♡.

[dreamofbecoming]

ok fuck it context now on ao3

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“I’m freaking out, man!”

“You’re what? Why? This is like, what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”

“I mean, yeah, dude, but now it’s here, it’s happening, and tomorrow it’ll be done and I can’t take it back!”

“Do you want to take it back? Because I think that’s a terrible idea, but if it’s really what you want, I’ll sneak you out the back right now.”

Dustin deflates a little, slumping into the plush chair this weird little church greenroom was nice enough to provide. “No, I don’t want to leave. Of course I don’t.”

Steve puts his hands on Dustin’s shoulders, not massaging, just resting. He doesn’t want to smear too much of his scent onto him before the ceremony, but old habits die hard. Steve suspects he’s always going to want to scent the kids for comfort, even though they’re literally all grown and starting families of their own and don’t need their old omega babysitter anymore.

Case in point, Dustin’s wedding is meant to start in, oh, looks like about 25 minutes, so Steve has to smooth this crisis over double time.

“What’s really bothering you, Dust? You were over the moon yesterday, and the day before that, and every day since you and Susie proposed to each other. Hell, every day since you met! What’s going on now?”

There’s a pause, which is always unsettling coming from Dustin, who hasn’t shut up for more than twelve consecutive minutes in the decade plus Steve has known him, but then he sighs.

“She wants kids.”

Steve’s brow furrows. “And you…don’t?”

Dustin huffs, frustration rising in his scent. “It’s not that I don’t, it’s that I don’t know if it’s a good idea, you know?”

“And you guys haven’t talked about this before now? You’ve been together for like eleven years, dude!”

“We have, of course we have! I’m just thinking about the risks, Steve! I’m a beta, I can’t carry her pups, and pregnancies are dicey for alpha females! What if something happens?”

“First of all don’t call women females, it’s weird. Erica or Nance will definitely smack you for that, and you don’t need a black eye in your wedding photos.” Dustin nods, cringing a little.

“Second, pregnancy isn’t the only option, man, and also it’s her decision. If she wants to carry them, that’s a discussion you need to have with her, but you can’t just shut her down about it. She knew you were a beta when she decided to marry you. She picked you because she loves you, don’t go deciding for her she’s better off with someone else. And besides, if you decide it doesn’t feel right for both of you, you can talk about adoption, or surrogacy, or…I don’t know what all the options are, but I bet there’s tons! Hell, I’d carry for you guys, if you wanted.”

“You would?” Dustin’s eyes get big and shiny almost immediately, and shit, Steve’s gotta shut this down now. The groom can’t be going out there with red eyes and tear stains, Susie will murder Steve on principle.

But he can’t lie to Dustin. Swore he never would, not when it mattered. “Course I would, man, what’s family for? Aw hell, kid, don’t cry, your mate will run me over with her car if your photos are fucked up because of me.”

“I just- I can’t believe you’d do that for me! You don’t even know if I’ll be any good at it!”

Ah, so that’s what this is really about.

“Of course you’ll be good at it, Henderson. You’d be an incredible dad, any kid would be lucky to have you. I mean, your kids are gonna turn out to be nerd city, but that was always a given.”

Dustin gives him a bitchy little eye roll, which was of course Steve’s aim. He still smells anxious, though.

“How can you be sure, though? It’s not like I have any idea what a dad is supposed to be like, you know? It’s why I kept latching onto older male figures, no offense to you and Eddie.”

Little shit. “You should be so lucky, you little twerp.”

Dustin shoves him away, but he’s grinning now, and his scent is slowly returning to the lemon-bright joy that colors it so often Steve just associates it with Dustin’s base scent at this point, so he’ll take the win.

“You really wanna know how I know you’ll make a great dad, Dustybun?”

“Don’t fucking call me that, today’s supposed to be my day!”

“I’m your best man, I’ll call you whatever I want. Seriously though, I have a story for you.”

“A story, huh? I don’t know, Eddie’s more the storyteller in your relationship…”

“I’m gonna go out there and tell your bride to delay the ceremony because you shat your slacks and need new ones, you menace.”

“Okay, okay!” Dustin laughs. “Tell your story.”

“I was gonna put this in my speech later, but I think you need to hear it now, and honestly it might be more about me than you, and I don’t want to steal the spotlight or anything.”

“Not worried about that, but I’m intrigued.”

“You know how when you’re a kid, you learn how to pick out emotion scents by context clues, from like your family and stuff?”

Dustin lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Yes, Steve, I’m aware of one of the foundational tenets of our society, which we all personally experienced.”

“Almost fifteen years I’ve known you, and your attitude hasn’t improved one bit, you know that?”

Dustin waves imperiously for him to continue. Steve glares at him, but they really are running short on time.

“You ever know a kid who had like, a gap? Some feeling they had never run into before, so they didn’t know what the smell meant?” Dustin shakes his head, looking curious.

“There was this girl in my class when we were like, seven? Eight? Something like that. Anyway, she borrowed Tommy’s favorite eraser, one of those animal-shaped ones with the faces printed on? He loved that thing. The girl, Cassie, she broke it, by accident. Tommy lost his shit. I’d never seen him so angry. And like, you know how little kids emotions don’t really come through that strong? He smelled like, grown-up angry. Filled the whole room. Freaked the teacher out, too. Everyone’s backing the hell up out of Tommy’s way, even me. But Cassie was just confused. Because no adult in her life had ever been truly angry around her, so she hadn’t learned what it smelled like yet.”

Dustin is listening avidly, looking gratifyingly similar to how he does when Eddie DMs.

“Anyway, Tommy slapped her so hard it left a bruise, got his dumb ass suspended. But I just remember being so jealous, you know? Can you imagine? Eight years old and never knew what anger smelled like. Hell, at that point anger was just what home smelled like to me.”

Aw shit, now Dustin just smells sad.

“Do you remember when I drove you to the Snow Ball?”

Dustin’s got his thinking face on now, trying to figure out why Steve keeps jumping all over the place. Sue him, he’s no Eddie.

He nods anyway.

“Before you got out of the car, when I told you I’d come back to pick you up, you gave me this huge smile, and the car filled up with something I’d never smelled before. Not really, anyway. Maybe like, in passing, you know? Like in the hallway at school, but always faint and never towards me, so I never focused on it.”

Dustin’s eyebrows are totally scrunched up now, little genius brain whirring away. Goddamn brat never had any patience.

“I didn’t ask about it, because I wasn’t sure it was important, and also a little because I felt like enough of a caveman around you little rocket scientist dweebs I didn’t need you explaining feelings to me too, but I kept smelling it from you after that. And from El, and a little from Lucas and Max and even once from your mom, but it was just confusing, you know? I couldn’t figure out what was causing it, so I had no context clues to figure out what it meant.

“And then at Starcourt, after Robin and I went to go puke up those Russian drugs—”

“Ditched me and Erica who were very responsibly trying to wrangle you, you mean.”

“Tomato, tomahto, kid. Anyway, I told her I had a crush on her and she panicked and came out to me, so I switched to making fun of her crush so she would know I was okay with it, and suddenly there was that smell again. First time I ever smelled it coming from her. So after everything was done, I asked her.”

“Oh, so you’ll ask her, but not me? Hurtful, Steve.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, shithead, because Robbie already knew I was a moron, and she was never gonna want to go out with me, so I didn’t need to impress her. I could look stupid to Rob back then, but I still wanted you guys to think I was cool.”

“Steve, buddy, my brother, my best friend, my favorite jock please don’t tell Lucas I said that, we literally never thought you were cool.”

“Now who’s being hurtful?”

“Just the truth, Munson. I tell it like it is.”

“Ugh, whatever. The point is, I asked Bobbie what she felt for me in that bathroom, and she told me that’s when she realized she would love me forever. That we were going to be best friends.”

Dustin looks stricken.

“That’s what I was smelling all that time. Honey. That’s what I smelled in the car in the Hawkins Middle parking lot. You loved me. You were literally the first person in my whole life who ever did.”

“Steve—”

“This isn’t—look, I know it’s kind of sad and pathetic for kid Steve, but this isn’t about that. It’s not about me, okay? It’s about how my whole life turned around the day Dustin Henderson decided he loved me, because he never stopped. Not for a single second of the last thirteen years, and because you loved me then, I have a platonic soulmate and a horde of little siblings and a mate I adore and more friends than I can count on all my fingers and toes! You’re the one who encouraged me to go to cosmetology school, you’re the one who introduced me to Eddie, you’re the one who stood by me and let me crash on your mom’s couch when my parents kicked me out. My life is full of love, and joy, and purpose, and it all started with you, Dustin. I’m here because you loved me, and because once you started loving me you never stopped. I have smelled honey on you every single day since the 1984 Snow Ball, and that’s how I know you’ll be an incredible father. Because if you have all that love for a washed up ex-jock omega nobody had ever loved before? You’ll have all that and more times a million for any kid lucky enough to call you Dad.”

They’re both crying by now. Susie is gonna kill them for sure, but as Dustin buries himself in Steve’s arms like he’s still six inches shorter, Steve decides it doesn’t matter. This is worth it.

There’s a knock at the door, just in time it seems.

“Dingus, baby Dingus, you in there? T minus 5 minutes, boys, stick those feet in the oven if you gotta!”

“Yeah, Bobs, I hear you! We’ll be out in a sec, no cold feet in sight.”

“Roger that, bubba! I’ll inform the bride!” He can hear her racing off, probably dancing with pre-wedding excitement. For a cynical lesbian who has a new girlfriend every month and swears marriage is an archaic institution built on misogyny and omegaphobia, she sure does love weddings.

“You ready, kid?”

Dustin has taken the brief interlude as an opportunity to splash his face with water from the sink in the corner, so he doesn’t look like he’s been crying to into Steve’s shoulder, but Steve makes sure to straighten his tie and finger comb his curls back into place.

“Yeah, I think I’m ready.” He looks at Steve for a long moment, then throws his arms around him one last time. “I’m really glad you’re my brother, Steve.”

Steve squeezes him tighter for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of lemon and cut grass and honey. Of family. Of love.

“Yeah, kid. Me too.”

[lucksea]

more mad prince astra trying to figure out the details of his design. it might change more

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

⠀ ⠀Старая гвардия < Old Guard >

⠀ ⠀𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙳𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Железная гвардия

⠀ ⠀#--WILL BURN THE WORLD TO FORGET || OLD GUARD

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐹𝐼𝐷��𝑁𝑇𝐼𝐴𝐿 𝑈𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝐶𝑈𝑇

⠀ ⠀𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 was never meant to be a super soldier; it was Hydra's new experiment, hoping little for success -- a weapon forged from emerging mutant powers. The sight of reinforced walls crumbling into twisted metal becomes a calling card

⠀ ⠀When Magnus watched his daughter burn, his powers of electromagnetism emerged, creating an EMP across lands of the Soviet Union and creating a lightning storm that haunted the landscape for days. The 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 of Hydra was quick to act. They dragged Magnus' broken, grieving form from his daughter’s grave.

⠀ ⠀His powers were limited, wringing his body to its physical limits and Hydra knew how to bend them to their use, wether it fried his brain or not. Instead of hunting N*zis, he destroys submarines, research and space operations in the name of Hydra's chaos and control. Many missiles and weapons systems are controlled through him.

⠀ ⠀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 is known for Fortress Breach Operations, High-Risk Extractions and Assassinations and Destruction with Urban Terror Tactics (destabilize entire cities by dismantling crucial infrastructure: disabling power grids, disassembling transport networks, or even bringing down towering skyscrapers) and is an operative across Germany and the Soviet Union.

⠀ ⠀A remnant of his past life buried under years of bloody deeds -- in the corridors of his mind, flickers of memory bleed through, a daughter’s laughter, a grave, a world that once was his own.

⠀ ⠀Because he never crossed paths with Charles Xavier in the sands of the Middle East, the spark of their ideological struggle was never ignited, and the familiar war of convictions never took form. The love he once lost—whose death had birthed the first true fury of 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙴𝚃𝙾 —was never taken from him. In this altered course, the X-Men rose years later, their founding delayed and shaped by a world without the shadow of 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙴𝚃𝙾's rage.

⠀ ⠀When he regains control at the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D., Magnus becomes a vanguard against all oppression, an underground soldier for mutantkind and against the big powers of the world.

𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴: I will NOT RP N*zi-sympathetic NOR Hydra-sympathetic. Anyone that implies or comes at me regarding this can leave again.

[stormxpadme]

Just to be very clear, if I see "Scott cheated on Jean in this episode" from any person willfully ignoring at the same time that Jean literally cheated on him five minutes earlier, it's block on sight.

Like. I don't have time for this stupid jealousy drama anymore and will willfully ignore it in all Marvel incarnations, in general. But I got even less time for the misandrist notion that apparently, a woman can never do anything wrong and it's always the man who's the asshole. Even when the franchise - in this case the show - perfectly showcases they're both at fault and their relationship is literally fucked right now and there should be no finger pointing

[calebs-hangout-corner]

Legend of Shadow High I love you so much but you have so many plotholes <3<3<3

[cheswirls]

early op/dc au fic plot points

in honor of finding my notes finally after five months have passed since writing them and after i just wrote out a huge block of what happens during part one of the fic relying entirely on memory and wit alone, here are some freebie things-that-will-definitely-happen (and just random Things to throw in between) to think over while i'm trying to get back into writing this fic

also tagging @kiteou who created jason/sabo and 100% inspired this verse (please look at their ship art it's all so impeccably goooood)

sabo wears make-up to cover his scar when he goes crime fighting and chooses to hunt criminals in a distant district of gotham to avoid being recognized since he doesn't wear a mask

though he doesn't weak a mask, he does adorn a large tophat with a wide brim and uses the shade to conceal his face from view; when he runs into jason and snarls about a hero not posibly wearing a fucking full-face helmet mask, jason argues back about protecting his identity and accuses sabo of being a hypocrite since his hat also hides his face

jason quotes old literature sabo has never heard of when he's trying to make the most of a situation (so rarely) and sabo scribbles illegible-chicken-scratch words in tattered notebooks when he needs to vent about Life in general (it's maybe his goal at some point to create an autobiography of life in gotham and how much It Sucks, Bad™)

sabo using a metal pipe as his choice weapon reminds jason of damian (he's in his bo staff days) in kind of a fond but wary way - this does not last; at some point the pipe scraping against concrete or brick sets jason off, triggering something in his subconsciousness bad enough to make him lose focus in a fight, and it gets to the point where he tells sabo they can't fight together anymore if he's gonna continue to use the pipe as a weapon

ace and sabo are 19 in the beginning because it takes place in fall, and jason is newly 20 - because of this, sabo is 5'9 and ace 6'0 but sabo wears platform and heeled (the heel is inside so it's not visible) boots when he plays vigilante so he's taller than jason by a couple inches; at some point when ace meets jason he implicates sabo's true height and sabo shouts at him (shut the fuck up, ace!) before ace can finish; even later on, sabo ends up at jason's apartment and when his shoes come off, he stands shorter than jason, much to jason's surprise; sabo admits gruffly that being over six foot makes a person more intimidating, which is his goal at night when facing off with criminals, but also insists that he's still growing (which he is, and eventually he doesn't need the boots to stand at 6'2 properly); even though ace is (barely) taller than sabo (just like he's barely older than sabo), he's still shorter than jason, which rubs him the wrong way (and sets off the comment about sabo's alleged height)

while ace is just trying to survive in gotham, owing nothing to the city that's chewed them both up in childhood and spit them back out again in adolescence, sabo chooses vigilantism in a bid to 'just do what's right, or at least try to'

^ going with this, ace and sabo both have awakened meta-genes that grant them fire powers; ace got his first and is proficient in using his powers - in contrast, sabo develops his after his accident that leaves a portion of his upper body scarred, and refuses to train or even try and control/subdue his powers at all due to his intense fear of fire; this causes daily strife because ace should be able to coach sabo through developing (or at the very least, getting under control) his powers so they don't cause accidents all the time, being the more experienced and honed of the two, but because he's never willing to overstep and always afraid of reigniting sabo's trauma, he never pushes sabo toward what should be the reasonable solution

aaaaaaaa smth smth jason being more experienced in relationships but none of them ever going well, versus sabo who's never been in love and doesn't know how to act, doesn't know how to be vulnerable in front of another person (who's not ace, but even then) or what's considered normal for their relationship status, and eventually having to tell all of this to jason to dispel some worries threatening to make him sick; jason tries his best to insist that sabo doesn't need to act a specific or certain way and that they were going to figure this out together and find what worked for them; in the beginning their "romantic" relationship is super dysfunctional and not much different from their status before when they were just friends, but it slowly becomes more functional when they start to clue in to what they and each other want out of this

i CANNOT find my notes which makes me sick (< actually i did!!! not long after i wrote this which makes me SO mad in hindsight) but in this verse jason runs around with roy harper and artemis crock, who are roughly the same age as him and sabo but have the dynamic they do in earth-16 when they're (sibling) in-laws, meaning, they get along like a tight pair and often will team up to lovingly tease jason whenever the opportunity present itself; when they're introduced to sabo, the initial reaction is them recounting ('oh so this is the boy you're always mentioning') various things jason has said about him and then low-key embarrassing the both of them with their teasing, so it takes a bit for sabo to warm up to them

after sabo is burned by a lighter and his make-up runs, jason believes his old face scars to be part of the fresh injury and rushes sabo to leslie's clinic to get seen; sabo is bandaged up and none of the staff ask questions about the vigilantism that would (tie him w illegal activity) but in the beginning when someone asks sabo a basic question in regards to the injury, sabo clams up; jason has to snap at him that (leslie) was a doctor and not the fucking cops, so would sabo please put an ounce of trust in someone for once and let them take care of him; sabo relents and lets himself be treated

when he arrives home with his eye covered, ace is shocked because sabo never lets anyone but ace bandage him up; ace asks what (the fuck) happened and sabo clams up, flinches back when ace tries to reach for the wrap, and snaps at him to leave it because an actual medical professional treated him for once; ace says smth like 'but you always let me patch you up' and sabo appeases him by saying he can redress the wound later when it needed changing, but right now, he wants it left alone; later ace gets to see the damage and immediately realizes sabo got burned which terrifies him, putting sabo's shying away from him earlier into a new light, and ace takes on a new perspective when he helps sabo tend to the injury in order to frighten sabo as little as possible

sabo lives with ace and rouge until zero year, when their apartment floods and rouge gets sick and eventually dies in the hospital without proper medical care; without rouge, neither of them go back to the house in coventry and instead spend most of the remainder of zero year in a church - despite spending a good portion of their upbringing from that point on around clergymen, sabo refuses to believe in a god that would let him and ace to suffer through life to the extent that they had, and when ace curses 'god damn' or 'oh god' sabo isn't even willing to humor it, always blunting insisting 'there is no god' that ace in turn always counters with 'it's an expression, sabo, it doesn't have to mean anything'

aaaaaaaand since i've been sitting on this intro for a good six months now here's a small actual written pv :)

(if tumblr blurs the ss just click on it and it'll clear up)

[metalbvcky]

in all seriousness this is the best thing Marvel has put out since... i don't know, since phase 4 began? the writing, the storytelling, the cinematography (the record store scene my GOD), all of it is just phenomenal. this is by far Tom's best portrayal of Loki TO DATE. like-- i haven't felt this way about an MCU film in ages not even TFATWS had my heart rushing this much are there things that need to be wrapped up? yes!! do we need a season 3? double yes!!! are we going to be emotionally okay while Loki is all alone until that happens? NO 😭😭😭😭

[jewishbarbies]

Sony marvel movies are inherently better than disney marvel movies because Sony makes films, not brand commercials.

[edrurysz]

Actually, fun question: for us with Targaryen muses, how do you think is the best way to handle wanting to do ASOIAF plots? I haven't thought particularly hard on it yet and I'm just curious what other people have played around with!

[andact1on]

ngl i was going to come back to the fandom with a spooky af version of alastor based into the embodiment of loneliness from shelley's poem. but i wrote muses that are the assistant of my friend @toxitrosia's muse in two different fandoms and i wanted to keep the trend going LOL

that said, i think travis started his career with valentino soon after he landed in hell and worked his way up to director fast because he was the only one who could survive val and handle his aggressive personality and manipulation. travis is cutthroat, sleazy and wicked enough to hold his own with valentino even though he is careful not to push boundaries with him.

[normaltothemax]

@parameddic liked a starter call

“You should eat something.”

With a concerned frown, he sat on the coffee table across from TK. He’d been sitting on the couch for a while now. Lost in his thoughts, silent and unmoving. Carlos was pretty sure he knew exactly what TK was thinking about, too. The video footage of him and Kyle—Yusef—had gone viral. It was all over the internet and had already been picked up by a couple of news stations. Everybody everywhere was voicing their opinion on TK’s actions. Analyzing every last detail of that damned video and deciding where the blame lay.

As if TK didn’t feel guilty enough already.

Carlos couldn’t do much about that, unfortunately, so instead he tried to focus on what he could do, and what he could do was be there for TK. Stand firmly at his side and be strong for him while he needed someone to lean on. He could take care of him even if TK didn’t feel much like taking care of himself. And that started with getting some food in him. One hand rested on TK’s cheek, thumb stroking gently across the skin there. Carlos ducked his head and tried to meet his eyes. “Hm? Do you want to help me make something?” A distraction might be good.

[odissean]

SW and possibly ST verse profiles are up next. I wanna read the SW rpg sourcebooks more closely to get some ideas, though.

[ladiesandwitches]

@stellamane sent; 🦇 for any caos muse, maybe zelda

"Well, I hope you don't expect to be helped, or to spend your time lazing around doing very little. I am more than aware that while your powers might be entirely depleted, your ability to charm and manipulate is as strong as ever, and I will not have my coven doing your work for you. If you wish to help, then help you shall, whatever your doubtless selfish and questionable motivations are."

Zelda immediately pressed a box of seasonal decorations into his arms as they stood together in the main hall of the Academy.

"There, you can begin with the garlands over the archways. And if I see you trying to make your way into our library, Lilith will be the first to know, do I make myself clear?"

[luminarot]

f.all/out verses.

WESLEY CRANE: wesley grew up on his family's farm, out in the middle of nowhere growing crops and tending to their livestock. his dad built it all up from the ground up, even going so far as to dig a well on the property; unbeknownst to any of the Cranes, however, the water in that well was tainted by some kind of experimental chemical. and over time, each member of the family began to change. his parents were first: elizabeth, who slowly lost her memories with her hair and her teeth and her skin, and henry, a man who had always been angry, who became a monster that would attack anything that moved at the drop of a hat. wesley tried to carry on for as long as he could, tending to the farm and his mother, and trying to keep his brother out of trouble where he could -- but then jacob started losing his memories, too. subtly, just typical scatterbrained forgetfulness, but that's how their mom had started out, too. and then one night, wesley's dad kills him. he's in the ground for a week before he comes back - and he does come back, limbs and internal organs and skin stubbornly healing as he watched on in horror. it would seem whatever had changed the rest of his family had changed him, too; robbing him of death, of slumber, the hell of an eternal life. his family, however, had not survived his absence. elizabeth and jacob had gone feral, and what was left of henry rotted in misshapen chunks scattered across their field, his final hours a mystery wesley didnt care to learn. he leaves the farm the same day, searching the wastes for answers about what happened to him and his family.

BENJAMIN LOGAN: the logans were some of the "lucky few" who lived their lives in a vault up until the day they didn't. when ben was 16, all chaos broke out when rumors of sabotage and subterfuge led to a fully fledged revolt. he and max were able to get to safety, but their parents weren't so lucky -- and as a fire roared through enclosed hallways with no sign of stopping, benji made a choice. a choice to take his chances on the surface with Max, leaving everything they once knew behind them. nine years later, he doesn't regret it; from what he hears, there's nothing left of the vault they grew up in, every inch of it burned to a crisp or picked clean by raiders and scavengers alike. ALTERNATIVELY, Benji lives out his first arc as normal, but when he finally escapes the caverns of Hell, he finds himself in the middle of a post-war wasteland, with no idea how to get back to his brother or how to navigate a world that's entirely unfamiliar.

[troublcmakcrs]

y'all: umm... whatcha got there?

me, with the oc i created solely to ship with tweek in his older verses: nothin, mind your fucking business