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Changes Takumi's name to Big Booty Judy in her phone.
#;crackity crack don't talk back#;the verse with maria and takumi#they have a modern verse and it is time to use it
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The Song Of Memory (A Kisara & Ishizu Drabble)
"We've been expecting you, Miss Utahara."
The greeting is given as soon as the singer steps out of the car by the one she had contacted on Yugi Muto's recommendation, the very woman who was claimed to have the answers to all her many questions regarding the strange occurrences that had been going on recently. Kisara had traveled a great distance to meet with Ishizu Ishtar today, and without her sister, no less. While Shiori's company was to be expected and preferred in most situations, she had specifically requested she attend this meeting alone. This meeting was regarding Kisara's own circumstances, ones she didn't want to burden her sister with when she already had so much on her plate.
Upon walking towards the tomb keeper, who herself was accompanied by two bodyguards, the singer bowed her head in respect. This was not only a custom, but also a sign of gratitude. For securing this meeting had been of high importance to her ever since she learned that the answers she was looking for could be found with the elder woman.
"Thank you for taking the time to meet with me, Miss Ishtar. Considering your important position, I imagine you must be very busy. I very much appreciate you being able to fit me into your schedule."
"Of course. Now, will you please follow me? There is much for us to see and discuss." The woman gestures towards the entrance of the tomb, Kisara giving her a nod as she follows her down the dimly lit staircase. The two bodyguards then moved to guard the location's entrance. Seems they would have total privacy for this conversation, thankfully.
"This tomb is the current resting place of some of the relics that were once on display in Domino City's history museum. I originally brought them to Japan in hopes they would inspire the current generation of duelists, but with that task having been completed some time ago, they have been returned to their homeland."
"I see...So, that must be why you said we could not meet in Japan. You wanted to make sure I could see the relics, right?"
"Precisely. I hope these relics can inspire you Miss Utahara in the same way they both inspired Pegasus J. Crawford to create the game of Duel Monsters...and Seto Kaiba to host and battle in the Battle City tournament.
"He...He saw them too?"
Ishizu's words caused Kisara to halt in her tracks; her eyes widened as the flash of that man, of Seto Kaiba, flashed in her mind. Her encounter with him was the starting point of all the strange occurrences that had going on. The dreams. The visions. The strong ache in her heart when she sees him. Some of these she's experienced in the past, but they've only increased in frequency since their initial meeting. And it was the explanation behind these occurrences that she sought to find by coming here.
"Is something wrong, Miss Utahara?"
"N-No. It's...It's nothing." It clearly wasn't, but she couldn't lose focus now. Not when she was so close to the truth. "I was just...surprised. I...I didn't expect anything related to Duel Monsters to have taken inspiration from Egyptian history."
"Despite not being a duelist yourself, I think once you see them , the connection will become clear to you. Come, we're almost there."
She nods as she follows Ishizu deeper and deeper into the tomb, Kisara's heartbeat seeming to rise with each step. Was she getting nervous? Nervous about what she might learn? Or was it the thought of Seto Kaiba that made her heart race? She isn't sure, but regardless of the distraction, she pressed on until she met Ishizu at the bottom of the chamber.
"These two carvings you are about to see are from the 18th dynasty of Egypt that existed over 3,000 years ago. We at the Egyptian Supreme Council of Antiquities have worked carefully to preserve these treasures so the legacy of our history is not lost to the sands of time. Please look at them at your leisure, and I'll be here to answer any questions you may have. Though, I believe the one you must look at is the one on the left."
She gives the other a nod before advancing forward, choosing to look at the tablet she was directing her towards first. Kisara is not sure what to expect when she looks at it. What did Ishizu mean by 'inspired'? What did these relics have to do with her experiences relating to her visions? To her weird connection to Seto Kaiba and the White Dragon? Guess the only way to find out was to see it with her own eyes.
Thus, with a deep breath, Kisara's gaze shifts to look at the stone. And the second she laid her eyes upon it, seeing the image in full, she froze, unable to do anything but look with widened eyes and process the unbelievable imagery before her eyes that seemed to fit the picture perfectly into the missing pieces of the puzzle of this mystery.
"That dragon...That dragon is...!" Flashes of different memories of her dreams and visions are shown before her eyes, and all of the dragons in this carving are seemingly depicted as plain as day. "The White Dragon...Blue-Eyes...White Dragon...The dragon from my dreams...It's...here on this stone, but...how? How could a creature of my dreams be on this stone, and later turned into a Duel Monsters card that is only owned by-"
Kisara pauses, realizing an important detail. Beautiful blue hues then start to shift their gaze from the carving of the beast to what was below. Or rather, who was below it, the very figure depicted as battling side by side with the dragon.
"It...It's him..." She speaks softly as she approaches the stone, gently touching the face of the figure depicted there for reasons she can't understand. "It's that man from my vision...The one that looks just like...!"
"Seto Kaiba." Ishizu's voice brings Kisara's focus back, her head turning back to face the woman who had approached her. "That is a depiction of a priest known as the 'White Beast Tamer', a loyal and prideful member of the Pharaoh of the 18th dynasty, Pharaoh Atem's, court. Despite being in his service, he considered the king both his greatest friend and greatest rival. The battle between these two destined duelists is what is carved here on this stone."
Her eyes then wander to the opposite side of the tablet, the side featuring both the king and the magician carved above him. "That's Pharaoh Atem? But...but he looks just like Yugi Muto! Why...Why do these two figures look like people from the present? And what does all of this have to do with me? I came here looking for answers, but...I'm more confused than ever!"
Her heart was racing. Not only from the anxiety of the situation, but also because of what she saw on the stone and in the flashes of memory. There was clearly a connection between all these things. That was undeniable, and yet the very nature of it was still frustratingly unclear. Luckily for her, she had someone who could elaborate a bit.
"Miss Utahara." Ishizu speaks, gently placing a hand on Kisara's shoulder to try and help ease the obvious panic in her soul. "What does your heart tell you when you gaze upon this tablet? What feelings does it evoke? What words? What sights? It is in them that you may find your answers."
A hand is moved over her heart. The white-haired adult can still feel it racing in her chest, as if threatening to escape. She tries to take deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself enough to focus on the confusing cloud of feelings deep inside, once again her gaze shifting to the stone, specifically its left side. Silence fills the chamber for minutes on end as she continues to look, and it is only broken once an instinct takes hold of her, an instinct that allows her to convey what she is feeling in the only way she knows how...through the expression of her soul.
🎵"Once, like a dream...You looked at me...And everything felt new..."🎵
Her song is accompanied by images, images that were as clear as day to her. She sees herself beaten and stoned by a crowd, only for it to stop once he, the priest, intervenes and saves her life.
🎵"Time slipped away...The past seemed to fade...My hope restored by you..."🎵
She now sees herself looking at the priest from her weakened position on the ground, whose image seemed to glow in the sunlight. He was a beacon of light. The light of hope that she desperately tries to reach for.
🎵 "And I know, for some, it's temporary...Like a shooting star soon out of view..."🎵
Kisara finds her visions to now be of herself behind bars, watching the priest slowly turn and leave towards a darkened hallway. It then shifts to herself in the center of what appeared to be an arena, faced down by horrifying monsters. However, she turns around, now facing the image of the priest staring back at her.
🎵"But this will always be...It's my destiny...To be in love with you..."🎵
The priest in her images then moves in front of her, summoning a creature through his magic to defend her. Circumstances then cause the floor beneath them to fall, leaving them both dangling by a thread. That's when her body emits a bright blue aura, and from within that aura appears...the White Dragon...
🎵"Some people fall in love for life..."🎵
She finds herself behind bars again, her cell now breaking down around her. That's when he appears, like a miracle, to break her free, taking her by the hand as they escape a crumbling palace.
🎵"Others never get it right..."🎵
He then speaks to her. They are words Kisara cannot hear directly in her vision but are ones she can seemingly understand. They tell her to run, run away from this land, and don't look back. Despite her hesitance, she runs away from him, seemingly never to return to his side.
🎵"Love's fickle when it calls..."🎵
But...she ends up turning around, unable to leave him behind. He looks back at her a moment, screaming out her name, before everything is consumed in a dark light that strikes her core.
🎵"One thing that I know for sure..."🎵
Everything slows around her as her body slowly wilts, akin to that of a dying flower. She can see the panic in the priest's eyes as he cries out for her, a sign of his care for her. That...That was enough for her, she feels, to see him be concerned over her well-being, a feeling that can't help but feel a bit distant as these memories replayed.
🎵"Longer than our lives endure..."🎵
The sight before her now is a familiar one. She sees herself in his arms and knelt before a tablet depicting the White Dragon. Even now, seeing this sight fills her soul with an intense sadness, enough to cause tears to flow from her physical eyes and for her to drop to her knees.
🎵"You're my forever fall..."🎵
Kisara's eyes return back to reality, once again facing the stone as her song concludes. She reaches for the depiction of the priest once again, and for a moment, his image flashes in her mind. He smiles at her, reaching out his hand, before the image breaks and her hand finds itself touching the cold gravel of the tablet.
"Lord Seto...That's your name...That's who you are...The man who...saved me...in the past...The man who I wanted to repay...The man that I..." Her hands move to cover her heart, and her tear drops fall on the skin like dew drops. "Loved..."
She takes a few moments to herself to steady her spirit, slowly wiping the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief from her pocket. Kisara then stands up, one movement at a time, and turns back towards Ishizu. The look in her eyes is different than before, both murkier from her tears but almost...clearer somehow, as if some fog had been lifted.
"So...I'm the vessel for the White Dragon, or rather...I was in a previous life. And what I've been seeing...What I've been experiencing...That song I just sung...It was me connecting to that part of myself, wasn't it Miss Ishtar?"
"Yes. Just like the destined duelists the tablet depicts, it seems your journey, too, has not yet reached its final conclusion."
"Does this mean that...I still have the White Dragon inside of me? Could that be why I see it in my dreams?"
"I'm not so certain of that. In ancient times, Egyptian sorcerers trapped creatures, both good and evil, into stone tablets that they could summon at will. Today this practice is represented by the Duel Monsters cards duelists can summon to aid them in battle. If you still had the spirit of the White Dragon within you, then I think there could be no card of it."
"I guess...I guess that makes sense. And those cards...They belong to..." A puzzle piece seemingly clicked in her mind as she was putting things together, things she wanted to confirm with the women first just to be certain. "Miss Ishizu, Does...Does that mean that Seto Kaiba is..."
"He is as you suspect. He is the priest reborn in this new age, and he is fully aware of his ancient heritage."
"Then...Then, does he know about..." Her words die in her throat, and she remembers one crucial detail from the memories of her human life she had just seen. While her past life's feelings for the priest had been clear, they were ones she did not get to express. For her past self passed away before being given the chance to say what she felt to him, of the love she had for him deep inside.
At least...as far as the blue-eyed women knew, anyway. There were more secrets of her past still yet to reveal themselves. The memories of her human life during her time in Egypt had been unlocked to her. However, the secrets housed within the other parts of her soul, the ones tied to the four Blue-Eyes White Dragons, still were out of reach, and until she could reconnect and access them, the full truth would still be just a mystery.
"I do not know what he knows and does not know at this current moment. What I do know is that he has outwardly rejected and denied his claims to the past, to his very destiny on multiple occasions, despite what he has experienced first hand."
"I see...I cannot say I'm surprised. He is...a very mysterious and cold person, with his heart seemingly sealed off from the world..."
It was a stark contrast to what she witnessed from the priest in her visions, who always appealed to her as warm and protective. Then again, she doesn't know Seto Kaiba that well at all. Could he too be hiding a part of himself?
"But honestly, after learning all of this? I...I want to get to know him, more than I did before. I don't know what fate has in store for us, or how I'm going to handle these new...feelings from my past." Contending with a love, a powerful one that seemingly crossed time to the present day, that is hers but also not hers was going to be challenging, after all. "All I do know is that I should at least try. I'd forever regret it if I didn't."
"I wish you the best of luck with your efforts. Now is there anything else I can help you with? You still haven't looked at the second carving."
"I...I think I got more than I could ever ask for just by looking at the first one. If anything, it gives me an excuse to see you again. Thank you, Miss Ishtar. Thank you for everything." Kisara bows her head in gratitude once more, a soft smile characteristic of her gracing her face.
"You can just adress me as Ishizu."
"Only if you address me as Kisara."
"Alright, Kisara. I'm glad I could be of help to you. You are free to contact me anytime should you need it."
"I appreciate it, Ishizu. Thank you again."
With permission to be casual around one another exchanged, the two ladies leave the tomb, and Kisara heads back on her way to her hotel. The singer is sure to call her sister and tell her the meeting was successful and that she will be flying back to Japan in the morning. Seems like she has a busy schedule ahead of her when she gets back. She did take a few days off just for this trip, meaning she'd have to play catch up when she returned home.
As the Blue-Eyed Maiden sat in her room, her hands were busy writing in her songbook. She was writing down the song she had sung in the tomb, a song that she had known how to sing and knew the notes to without needing to think. It was a song that seemingly came from her soul, a song that Kisara...wanted to share with him someday, no matter what his reaction may be. It would not be for herself now, but rather who she used to be, to say what she never got to say before...before her death.
🎵 "Your trust, honesty...Helped me believe...A ray of hope shined through...You set me free...Saw what the world couldn't see...I found my joy in you...
"Every life is filled with passing moments...Like the seasons change, they come and go...But this is infinite...Nothing, even death...Could separate our souls...
'Cause you're my final goal...
Some people fall in love for life...Others never get it right...Love's fickle when it calls...One thing that I know for sure...Longer than our lives endure...
You're my forever fall..."🎵
#💎 Crystalized Hidden Gems (Drabble)#💎 Maiden Treasure (Kisara)#💎 NPC: Maiden's Sister With Eyes Of Blue (Shiori Utahara)#💎 Tomb Treasure (Ishizu Ishtar)#💎 Maiden's Song Of Rebirth (Kisara Modern Verse)#💎 Tomb's Dark Side Story (Ishizu DSOD Verse)#tw long post#tw mention of death#tw violence#(ITS MIDNIGHT OVER HERE SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KISARA!!!!#(I wrote this generally speaking since this is an event I'm will happen in all my modern verse shenanigans involving Mr. Kaiba LOL#(since its only natural Kisara would want to reach out to him#(I'm glad i got to incorporate her musical side into this and essentially crafted a mizushipping amv in writing LMFAO#(btw i hope my writing was clear that kisara only got the memories from her human life once she met seto up until her death#(She doesnt have anything as the 'white dragon' or anything from her time before egypt#(those are sealed amongst the dragon cards that she can get access too later#(so as far she knows priest seto didnt know she loved him#(with the full lore waiting to be unlocked#(I also recc you guys read this with the music once you get to those parts#(i put the song links there for you all to use!!#(Anyway hope you all enjoyed this and happy b-day to best dragon girl!!! <3#(AND WE STAN ISHIZU AS A SUPPORTIVE BESTIE#(WE LOVE ISHIZU TOO
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Nyo/fem!Romania...🥹🥹🥹🥹
#just talking recreationally#I love her(or well my design & personality ofr her I have in my head) so much#Thinking of like. Using Ro's fem version for my hetalia verse stories ig (I love regular Ro tho)#I've been basically doing that anyway#Also I basically have the same HCs I have for Ro. And design wise she doesn't look that diferent#Also Ro & nyo Ro have the same gender to me btw. Same gender different AGABs.#So theyre both genderqueer and use he/she pronouns in my HC#(At least in modern times haha)#(Tho by modern times they both have been doing gender fuckery for hundreds of years but they didnt have modern terms for gender & such)
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last ooc post of the night, but cole also used to carry a ojo de dios, or tsikuri, in his early years of travel. despite his dispossession to religion at this pt in time, it was a gift from another kid at the orphan homes before he leaves for good. he adds to the woven yarn over time after stealing his first horse, maintaining it now and then in the quiet hours. I think he still posseses it during his years in Deadlo.ck, yarn by then softened by wear and age.
#hc: youth#hc: head up in the clouds;;#it's a small trinket - and cole is nothing but weak to some subjects of sentimentality#his mother used to make them and he would sometimes join her#they were made by the huich.ol - or wixárika - an indigenous group of mexico in the 15 century#were meant to be a source of protection as one prayed#tsikuri also means the power to see and understand things unknown-#cole's father did partake in weaving one for when cole was first born for the benefit of cole's protection#cbkdhf smthin bout sight being prominent within his family - to see n to watch n to always be aware#there is some lvl of superstition to his upkeep of it - trying for good luck when he seems to be perpetually battered w bad tides#but the movement is also familiar; calming. there's only so much gun oil a boy can afford on a poor man's dime#instead of using properly bought yarn - he uses loose threads from cloth that's well on its way dangling off of its fabric of origin#snaps them off and just integrates it like a bird collecting fibers for a nest#in a way it becomes a little roadmap of some of the places he's been; some of the things he's seen#reds and yellows and oranges were the most prominent colors on it#he loses it earlier in his modern verse; bout the time he loses his arm and gets himself jailed for one incident or another#which tbh - fair - he'd have difficulty working with it w only one arm n no prosthetic-#for the bullriding verse he has it set up in his home actually;#carried it with him on his first pbr circuit and retired it to a mantel when he finally had the cash to purchase himself a home
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i dunno if it’s happening today bc i am so low on energy i could fade into the ether, but expect my muse list to be edited soon as well as certain muses to be revamped! it really just needs to be done uvu
#get ready to ramble | ooc#it’s probably not gonna come as a surprise but we’re fr dropping kny muses except maybe kaigaku bc i put so much thought into him#maybe i’ll try to give him verses?#bc the thing is i just am not feeling kny atm#so it’s not fair to have my canons on the roster — same for spiderverse#love miguel and pav but i don’t ever get to write them much less chiyo’s atsv au or yuzu#and i hope that doesn’t come off upset? bc i’m not i’m just kinda like#there’s no point having certain muses on my roster if i have no muse/can’t use them#i’d rather clear the way for other muses like delwyn and arata#and i do appreciate the people who let me write these muses 💜 it’s just time for a change#especially bc i wanna revamp hyouka satsuki and yubari!!#hyouka and satsuki are getting properly thrown into jjk and yubari babyyyy#he’s finally getting his modern deity storyline#i’ve rambled enough so i won’t get into it here but i’m very excited for him!!#anyway i hope y’all are having a good monday 💜#i’m just relaxing for now but maybe i’ll get online properly later!
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Unfortunately (because it would be funny if he did, but it doesn't make sense in the context of the lore/theory/headcanon he's based on), Volo doesn't struggle with technology/a lack of understanding of the modern world largely because, while he might have been born a millennia ago, he has the distinct advantage of being able to see progress in action, and adjusting to it accordingly. Partly because he's just naturally clever and adaptable, but also because he's been at this same song and dance for close to a 1,000 years by the time of modern DP, and has, more or less, figured out it's in his best interest to adapt rather than to attempt to ignore said changes. Maintaining his ties with the Ginkgo Guild over the years, which was later absorbed by and helped kickstart the Pokemart system in the Sinnoh region also ensured he was just constantly exposed to changing technology over the years. He does slip up from time to time; however, and may occasionally refer to Sinnoh as Hisui, but that's about the extent of it. While he might have a fascination with the past, that doesn't mean he's disinterested in progress or lacks a willingness to learn. There's no length he wouldn't go to if something is capable of benefitting him in the long run.
His remaining Pokemon, as well, retain their original balls in modern times. In addition his Togekiss's ball is slightly different from the standard Hisui ball simply because he offered to assist in research pertaining pokeballs and had a Pokemon readily available, something rare at the time, so his Togekiss ended being 'caught' in the earliest prototype of the Pokeball that actually functioned. This, of course, means her ball can be a bit buggy sometimes. Mainly in that it's incredibly easy for her to simply escape from it, thus why he doesn't typically bother to keep her inside of her ball as she'll just leave it to walk around with him anyway. Her Pokeball, as a result, is also covered with scratches/dents and the paint has peeled away so badly that it's difficult to tell what the original color of the ball actually was.
#{ Since Volo isn't actually technically from the past in his modern verse he's just been alive and likely actively assisting in collecting#{ supplies for things like modern pokeballs and whatnot he's not really caught off guard by advances in technology#{ I do however imagine that he was back in the day }#{ It's just that by the time modern DP happens he's just so used to things changing with time that he doesn't have much of a response#{ to it anymore }#{ Kind of like how AZ has been alive for a long time and just learned how to adjust to things changing to a certain extent }#{ Anyway Volo should meet AZ even though I feel like AZ would take one look at him and be like come get your trash please }#| ☩ My heart pulled from my chest; still beating ☩ (Headcanon) |
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[🕯 I gotta, man. I gotta.]
A Candle for her Thoughts
"By the stars, is his voice alluring. I can see why many inhabitants fawn over him. He likely can get away with many things, by speaking honeyed-words towards people. Yes, I imagine even humans would have trouble resisting such a charm. They do rather enjoy pleasant sounds, after all. Even if it comes from something they may deem ugly. Not that I would allow such to dictate a person to walk all over me myself, but I cannot deny the effects it has on the faint-hearted."
"I wonder if he can ever use that, for some kind of performances someday. In order to make money, of course. Granted he will probably never require such things, but I hear that in some cultures it pays rather handsomely."
#a person is a person because of other people (ic)#knowledge is a garden. if it isn't cultivated you can't harvest it (answered ask)#6em4k#trials by fire i keep my cards close in my new home (ffm verse)#((I will have you know that if they interacted in modern times))#((she would question if she could use his voice to make asmr videos for a quick buck //SHOT))
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Alice Bridgerton Verses
Werewolf - Hunted and Cast Out
Werewolves, Vampires, and various other supernatural beings are known to and primarily accepted within society, especially under queen Charlotte's rule who feels favourably towards them. But tensions grew every day between humans and the supernatural until it boils over and the homes of the supernatural are raided, both by ordinary humans and hunters alike.
The Bridgertons are not spared, their high status doing them no favours and possibly even putting them further in harms way with how recognizable they are. Their home is set ablaze and their family attacked, the intention to leave no survivors, not even the young children. And they almost succeed. All except Violet, Eloise, Alice, and Hyacinth are struck down, either by the hands of one or more humans or simply in the fire before they could be rescued.
After being separated from her family, an injured Alice finds herself alone in the forest after getting caught in a wolf trap while running away from the humans. Her oldest brother helped her escape the trap but was then shot dead in front of her.
She spent several days, barely surviving in the forest in her wolf form, all of her wounds getting infected and she was only occasionally able to find food, leaving her starving and weak. Luckily, she was found by someone who did not mean her any harm (typically storyofwhoiam's Graham Becke but this is absolutely VERY open! Feel free to come take care of the child!) and instead tended to her wounds and gave her a place to stay until they could find her family.
She now lives in a cabin in the middle of the woods in hopes of not being found with her mother and two sisters. Initially, they are unsure if Edmund or any of the brothers are alive as Alice did not show any signs of becoming alpha (the next logical choice as she was seemingly the oldest boy despite being so young), but soon it becomes clear that they are all dead as, instead, Eloise has now become the alpha. With Alice not being a boy at all, the role goes to the eldest daughter. (important to note that ages not canon lol Eloise is in her late teens, Alice is 4, and Hyacinth is about 2)
#a: alice b.#// I also have a modern one I haven't written in yet or really figured much out about#// very open to creating other verses too!#// Also! I'm willing to adjust who's alive for individual threads! This is just the base version I've been writing with Lu/storyofwhoiam#// If you want you guys can use this as a starter/meme call I don't mind#// if you want you can even throw verse ideas at me#// I've thought about a the 100 verse#// but the vague concept is all that exists in my mind lol#// I'm now thinking about a mermaid/siren verse too#// So many options so little time#// and I'm always open for marvel/dc verses#// dc was my first rp fandom lol
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me thinking about the headcanons i never rewrote or transferred over when i moved blogs...
#i'll make a banner some day#pls im so lazy and have so little time#i also need to redo morg's carrd#i have newer templates i've made that i'd rather use#but again im lazy skdjbcsd#ANYWAYS UM#omg i need to write up my odyssey verse too#it's not too complicated or TOO different from my main modern verse but#u know#i have my modern band verse too...#still havent decided if that's separate from my main modern or not tho#very conflicted#probably...not? similar premise but#the whole point of morg's main modern is that she's still similarly living in the shadows u know#rich anonymous philanthropist millionaire bc she's centuries old and has accumulated her own generational old wealth#over all the years she's been alive and investments and odd jobs blah blah blah#i have to rewrite my verse for it i think#REGARDLESS...#time of yapping over#i'll write some starters i owe#ooc.#tbd.
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tag dump: updating tags & new verses!
#✖character study║what’s worse? telling you my feelings or to die without revealing?#✖ask memes║these things have become nothing but plays on words like days of old they serve to instill fear & wonder in children#✖plotting call║autumn is marching on: even the scarecrows are wearing dead leaves#✖starter call║in a drop of your blood is there a shimmering resonance of the evening glow of this world’s sunset?#✖inbox call║it's not good to hide your wounds you know // i'm looking after you#✖affiliates call║as we rest here alone like notes on a page the finest to compose could not play our pain#✖shipping call║well i won't die for love but ever since i met you you could have my heart and I would break it for you#✖mains call║we touched heaven in the midst of hell we kissed the stars before they fell#✖modern verse║but if you knew you might not be able to see it again everything would become special & precious wouldn’t it?#✖anbu verse║it's like I'm leaving all my past & silhouettes up on the wall#✖defector au║i'm ready to lie but say i won't so tell me your secrets & join me in pieces to rot in this garden made of stones#✖survival au║fear is what beats inside her heart in the place where life used to be#✖main verse║there will come a time when you might have to decide who lives & dies out there / it’s a terrible responsibility#✖academy days verse║there’s some good in this world & it’s worth fighting for#��ic║花の色はうつりにけりないたづらにわが身世にふるながめせしまに#✖open starter║others may forget you but i am haunted by your beautiful ghost others may forget you but i am haunted by your beautiful ghost#✖scheduled post║i hope saying goodnight doesn’t mean saying goodbye#✖queue║away on a mission#✖anonymous inquiries║what about all the times you said you had all the answers?#✖answered║these words are not used for anything else that’s why there is probably no reason to honor the promise from long ago#✖submitted post║of a summer that came and went / for one last nigh / a sign at least / remained#✖wishlist║忘れじの行く末まではかたければ今日を限りの命ともがな#✖saved║des souvenirs d’une patrie perdue de l’espoir d’une terre promise#✖promo║i believe that there is another world waiting for us a better world & i’ll be waiting for you there#✖self promo║you’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley as we walk in fields of gold#✖dash games║how can i blame the cherry blossoms for rejecting this floating world & drifting away as the wind calls them?#✖dash commentary║please forgive me oh mountain path of autumn#✖headcanon║i am not afraid to die but i am afraid to leave you here#✖visage║ひさかたの光のどけき春の日にしづ心なく花の散るらむ#✖music║again this evening ancient rain is singing the same ancient song
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tag dump: broken & updated tags part i
#morgs tag dump#✖main verse║war-torn child you were made to hold brawls between your knuckles & bury old friends & old memories beween your ribs#✖one piece verse║on days when the sky is painted grey i feel like there’s nothing worth forgiving#✖kny verse║from a tender age i was cursed with rage came swinging like a fist inside a batting cage#✖fairy tail verse║plunge the knife; bare my soul; scrape my ribs;#✖anbu verse║& death is the only god who comes when you call#✖pre-canon verse║you know better than anyone how to cry in silence for things gone by#✖genin verse║she went from porcelain to iron to steel#✖shippuden verse║the sun has been extinguished & the moon has fallen / there goes the light of our turbulent world#✖gaiden verse║& you keep telling yourself / there is no smell of war in me / but why else would this feel like madness#✖hokage!au verse║there will come a time when you might have to decide who lives & dies out there it’s a terrible responsibility#✖bleach verse║fear is what beats inside your heart in the place where life used to be#✖modern verse║life is a series of moments you wish your ribs could take back#✖bnha verse║i carry a body full of secrets & my bones align the universe within me#✖shipping call║well i won't die for love but ever since i met you you could have my heart and I would break it for you#✖mains call║i’d be lying if i said losing you was something i could handle#✖exclusives call║could we remain quiet on earth & bear it the war we make inside#✖inbox call║she screams for heaven’s help but heaven has always been deaf#✖starter call║tell it anyways for little words can sometimes mean life or death#✖plotting call║i’ve got to learn something from my mistakes instead of establishing a new record to break#✖affiliates call║peach blossom has a colour that does not ask my sins#✖ask memes║when the local language is violence be fluent
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I Hate How She Talks About Snow White
"People are making these jokes about ours being the PC Snow White, where it's like, yeah, it is − because it needed that. It's an 85-year-old cartoon, and our version is a refreshing story about a young woman who has a function beyond 'Someday My Prince Will Come. "
Let me tell you a little something's about that "85-year-old cartoon," miss Zegler.
It was the first-ever cel-animated feature-length full-color film. Ever. Ever. EVER. I'm worried that you're not hearing me. This movie was Disney inventing the modern animated film. Spirited Away, Into the Spider-Verse, Tangled, you don't get to have any of these without Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937.)
Speaking of what you wouldn't get without this movie, it includes anime as a genre. Not just in technique (because again, nobody animated more than shorts before this movie) but in style and story. Anime, as it is now, wouldn't exist without Osamu Tezuka, "The God of Manga," who wouldn't have pioneered anime storytelling in the 1940s without having watched and learned from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in the 1930s. No "weeb" culture, no Princess Mononoke, no DragonBall Z, no My Hero Academia, no Demonslayer, and no Naruto without this "85-year-old cartoon."
It was praised, not just for its technical marvels, not just for its synchronized craft of sound and action, but primarily and enduringly because people felt like the characters were real. They felt more like they were watching something true to life than they did watching silent, live-action films with real actors and actresses. They couldn't believe that an animated character could make kids wet their pants as she flees, frightened, through the forest, or grown adults cry with grieving Dwarves. Consistently.
Walt Disney Studios was built on this movie. No no; you're not understanding me. Literally, the studio in Burbank, out of which has come legends of this craft of animated filmmaking, was literally built on the incredible, odds-defying, record-breaking profits of just Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, specifically.
Speaking of record-breaking profits, this movie is the highest-grossing animated film in history. Still. TO THIS DAY. And it was made during the Great Depression.
In fact, it made four times as much money than any other film, in any other genre, released during that time period. It was actually THE highest-grossing film of all time, in any genre, until nothing less than Gone With the Wind, herself, came along to take the throne.
It was the first-ever animated movie to be selected for the National Film Registry. Actually, it was one of the first movies, period, to ever go into the registry at all. You know what else is in the NFR? The original West Side Story, the remake of which is responsible for Rachel Ziegler's widespread fame.
Walt Disney sacrificed for this movie to be invented. Literally, he took out a mortgage on his house and screened the movie to banks for loans to finish paying for it, because everyone from the media to his own wife and brother told him he was crazy to make this movie. And you want to tell me it's just an 85-year-old cartoon that needs the most meaningless of updates, with your tender 8 years in the business?
Speaking of sacrifice, this movie employed over 750 people, and they worked immeasurable hours of overtime, and invented--literally invented--so many new techniques that are still used in filmmaking today, that Walt Disney, in a move that NO OTHER STUDIO IN HOLLYWOOD was doing in the 30's, put this in the opening credits: "My sincere appreciation to the members of my staff whose loyalty and creative endeavor made possible this production." Not the end credits, like movies love to do today as a virtue-signal. The opening credits.
It's legacy endures. Your little "85-year-old cartoon" sold more than 1 million DVD copies upon re-release. Just on its first day. The Beatles quoted Snow White in one of their songs. Legacy directors call it "the greatest film ever made." Everything from Rolling Stones to the American Film Institute call this move one of the most influential masterpieces of our culture. This movie doesn't need anything from anybody. This movie is a cultural juggernaut for America. It's a staple in the art of filmmaking--and art, in general. It is the foundation of the Walt Disney Company, of modern children's media in the West, and of modern adaptations of classical fairy tales in the West. When you think only in the base, low, mean terms of "race" and "progressivism" you start taking things that are actually worlds-away from being in your league to judge, and you relegate them to silly ignorant phrases like "85-year-old cartoon" to explain why what you're doing is somehow better.
Sit down and be humble. Who the heck are you?
#Snow White#Snow White and the seven dwarfs#snow#snow white 1937#snow white and the seven dwarfs 1937#Snow White 2024#Rachel zegler#west side story#poc#Disney#live action Disney hate#animation history#Do not go see this movie. Do not stream this movie.#Anime#anime history
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Fem!MC X platonic Twst - missing the "girly" things.
General warnings: Fem reader, very Self-indulgent. If you don't relate, please keep scrolling along <3 not very proofread. No pronouns are used, but the concept of "girliness" and "girlhood" is very strong.
The boys have noticed their prefect act a bit different lately...a cloud of loneliness hovered over your head. As the only girl of Night Raven College, it was incredibly easy to feel left out and miss the things you were once interested in back in your world. You held a strong façade of prestige and uncaringness, but what happens when that mask begins to crack? How will the boys of NRC put your woes at rest? ...with a wonderful slumber party, of course!
First coming to Twisted Wonderland, not many could tell you were well-versed (Or at the very least, incredibly interested) in clothing, face Care, and jewelry. Although your personality screamed more or less "Gremlin" at times, and were a "well-known and respected honor student" all the same- you had a rather "girly" side to yourself.
However, you had limited options on having a non-existent budget, but a few of the students took notice of the longing in your eyes whenever you passed by something you desired to have back in your life. The cute earrings, the pretty dresses and skirts, the headbands...a mix of classy and modern, things of that nature.
The first time you were able to get your hands on a half way decent outfit that suited your tastes and you wore it out, others stared in shock. You were still the cheery and "weird" gremlin prefect that had crude humor and silly dance moves, yet something about seeing you in such...frills and 'flamboyance' was not what they were expecting. It suited you, though.
You soon found yourself being handed such outfits. Vil had taken it upon himself to gift you expensive brand outfits that he saw your eye when walking around town, Malleus gifting you a few outfits from Briar Valley that he felt would suit your tastes, Kalim gifting you the cutest earrings he had ever seen (little fruit charms, bows, all sorts of colors and unique charms). Even Riddle introduced you to tea cups that fit your aesthetic to decorate your kitchen with!
Though, the more they saw this side of you, an influx of confessions also came in toe. You were revered as the only female in school (who also managed to stay at the top of the score board, despite your magicless disposition). This came with the struggle of being pursued, more so after they could see just how cute you could dress yourself up.
Despite all these new changes, you felt a tinge of... sadness. You were happy that they were all willing to accept you with open arms and indulge in your desires such as gifting you the cutest of plushies, clothes, jewelry, decor... that didn't stop you from missing fun slumber parties, girl talk with friends, giggling about your love lives, sharing clothes and doing each others makeup and painting nails. You confided all of this to the number one group you could have possibly spoke to about these issues of yours.
the pop music club.
A knock came upon the door at odd hours of the night, upon opening it in your nightgown, you revealed quite a sight. Cater, Kalim, and Lilia along with a few other choice students were all in gorgeous nightgowns, their hair done up, holding blankets and pillows with hands full of bags of what you could tell were snacks, makeup, nail polish, and other slumber party commodities. With a bright smile on your face and a giddy giggle, you let them in gushing about their cute appearances. You all lay out the blankets and pillows in front of the TV in the lounge (kindly gifted to you by Idia) and pulled out the snacks and lay them out for everyone to grab at in their leisure.
"We aren't girls," Lilia pointed out, "But at the very least we can enjoy the things you mentioned before! Oh how I love a good love story, shall we share our love lives?"
"We can do that while we put on these face masks! Look, this one is a panda!" Kalim exclaimed, holding up a large bag of face masks and other types of...random things he thought would suit the party. (He pulled out one of those toe dividers for nail polish, he had no clue what it was but Jamil told him he would need it for later.)
"Oh, I brought you this super cute and frilly nightgown (y/n), Trey said one of his sisters didn't wear it anymore and he thought it would look good on you. Go! Try it on, Then we can take a BUNCH of magicam photos. Don't we look like pretty dolls?!" Cater gushed, handing you the night gown. You took it with grace and skipped away to your room, giddy and unable to hold back your excitement.
It wasn't long for more guests to arrive in frilly pajamas and cutesy hair accessories. A string of familiar faces entered, and you soon found yourself braiding the hair of Leona, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Silver...You were shocked to see even Epel made an appearance simply to make you happy.
"I learned how to braid a little bit," Silver smiled gently at you, "And a few other hairstyles. I would be happy to try them on you," He said. You looked at Silvers' perfectly French braided hair and makeup that made him look nothing less than an angel, you nodding in immediate trust. You soon had hair that was done so elegantly, adorned with flowers and gems.
"Let's be clear, I ain't a girl!...but.." Epel blushed, "I-if it'll make you happy...i'll let ya braid my hair. Just this once!"
Floyd and Jade even came along with their faces caked with makeup and the most flamboyant nightgowns you have ever seen, laughing away at their silliness.
"Look Floyd," Jade pointed at your makeup which was lightly placed on by his hand, "I told you these colors perfectly suits (y/n)'s skin." Floyd boo'd and insisted to take off the colors Jade had chosen, holding out the most...vibrant and interesting color palate to exist. You only laughed and backed away, shaking your head and begging floyd to leave your precious face alone.
They truly indulged in everything you had missed out on, even if they weren't your "girlfriends," they were so adamantly ready to try, simply to see you smile once more.
It was a night of snacks, makeup, nail painting, chick flicks, karaoke, gossiping, and frilly fun. You truly underestimated just how much the boys took a liking to you and wished to ease your worries and make you feel a little more at home, and you couldn't have asked for better friends than them.
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OH I JUST OH!!! so i wanted to make my lil guy related to rin bc why not!! expand on the clan of elves she comes from!! buuuut maybe he's not from her clan but rather : ) her brother : ) and this is where it might get a lil confusing asdf bc her brother is dead, but reincarnation is a thing in dorverold, so!! rory/ciaran would be his reincarnation -- his face and body are different, but his soul is the same. and if i run with the idea that eyda makes a deal with rory/ciaran : ) then wouldn't that be a neat lil idea considering that sunna chose rin as her champion : ) might be some set up for some tragic stuff in there huh : )
#haha something bad could happen between two loving siblings who were already torn apart : ) wouldn't that suck : )#but also consider that rin would have no frikkin clue that that's her brother if she were to meet him#she might feel drawn to him feel easily endeared#but has no idea and maybe feels a repulsion at the same time bc of his connection to eyda#this would mainly apply to dorverold bc i haven't figured out a modern verse for rin but oh my gosh... i have to commit for real now#get ready to ramble | ooc#also the idea of two divine siblings possibly using two mortal siblings to fight each other is just so funny and dramatic tbh
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the secrets you keep
who: spiderman!megumi x fem!reader synopsis: you and megumi fushiguro have been close since college started, always hanging out with the same group. you’ve spent countless nights being reckless, studying together, and struggling to pay the bill at the local diner near the campus. but after spider-man saves you one night, you became a huge fangirl of him... rather having an absolute crush on him—totally oblivious as to who spider-man is. can you figure out megumi's secret before it all blow up in your face? tags: spiderman au, regular(ish, i mean spider-man exists so) college au, 99% sure people r gonna be ooc, crack, fluff, friends to lovers perchance, smau(ish..??), probably not a consistent story (posting time wise), everyone aged up from 18-20, modern au, cursing, maybe suggestive references, angst if u can use a microscope at 1000x, probably not spiderman lore accurate (no canon events and what not), i also suck at writing so #lol a/n: (lowercase work intended) HI HI HI guys I GOT THIS IDEA FROM @chososcamgirl SO TYSM also i randomly just got back into my spiderman fixation i just bought the spider-verse book which is so heavy it weighs my bag down at school pls help ngl the 2020 wattpad writer in me wants to come back out so whats up guys taglist: feel free to ask ! : )
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intros: here chapter one: wonder2 chapter two: APT. chapter three: WEML (what ever major loser!) chapter four: Haris you look like gojo satoru chapter five: vamp anthem chapter six: IM IN LESBIANS WITH YOU chapter seven: chapter eight: chapter nine:
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I have always liked the idea of the school for mutants being very literally a school, and I know yes it is but I mean in the sense of if you want to be an X-men, you have to be a teacher. They have exams at the end of years, they have Ofsted checks (for those who don’t know what they are, it’s essentially people coming to check that the school is good at being a school) and they have teachers for every subject, which brings me to my next point;
“I’m Right You’re Wrong, Here’s What The X-Men (‘97 specifically) Would Teach As Subjects”.
(Also this is based off of UK school system but I use American terms like “seniors” and “AP” and “Midterms”)
Maths Teacher Gambit is surprising, for a guy most assume to not being entirely smart, an idiot goof off who’s the comedic relief. But you need to know numbers to gamble, and that he does with being very well versed in mathematics way past an AP level. He’s made the promise for every senior class that he will teach them to play blackjack on the final day, and has only ever lost once. Which is when the rule of “no betting real money” came into place.
English teacher Jean reminds me of the kind of teacher who would let the social outcasts into her class for their lunch breaks. The kids more likely to be bullied and she will fight tooth and nail to make sure those kids bullies don’t come into that classroom. they’re loud and shout and shouldn’t really be in there but no one has to know and she certainly won’t be telling them to leave any time soon.
Physics teacher Magneto is very specific to my highschool experience I’ll be honest. I had a physics teacher who was an actual Dr with a PHD and he hated being there. His classroom has (well, had since the building was knocked down about 5 years ago now) this one cabinet that was never fully shut, it was always open just about an inch or two, and he’d stand with his foot hovering just above it and then slam down on it whenever we got too loud so the noise would shut us up. That’s very magneto coded. Erik Lehnsherr would purposefully make the cabinet always a little open so he can do that.
Biology teacher morph is just a funny concept, a person whose physical form and change and morph into just about anything. They are considered one of the “fun” teachers, you could easily convince them to let you watch a movie all class as long as it was biology centred, but with classics like Osmosis Jones, you’re not stuck watching a documentary about animals giving birth.
Chemistry teacher Storm does not fuck about with children’s education. She is not strict by any means whatsoever, she just will not bend to someone saying they want to watch a film or should do a practical instead of theory. She has a set curriculum. She knows what she will be doing by the first week of the summer holidays and already has the room set up all pretty and organised.
Geography teacher Scott has the unfortunate job of telling his students that, they just won’t be looking at memorising country flags and politics. But hey!! Rocks are cool!! Beach shores are cool! Lake formations are cool! He’s the vice principal and designated nerd teacher. He once beat the elite four for a student on their copy of Pokémon Red because the student promised they’d do well in their midterms. Yes, he was in his 30s when the game came out, he doesn’t care.
History teacher Logan is a walking fun facts book. He’s exhausted, goes on smoke breaks on every gap of time he has, dislikes his job and will randomly get passionate about one specific topic, and will then dedicate his next 4 classes to that topic. Having been through a lot of modern history with personal experiences, he’s able to bring a lot of souvenirs to show his classes. Bullets, helmets, clothes he once wore hundreds of years ago, his personal memories of basic inventions like the vaccine.
PE (physical education) teacher Rogue is full of fun sports games, you can join any kind of sports team you can imagine and if you ask nicely enough, she’ll put Just Dance on a projector in the sports hall so you can just play that instead of actually play an actual sport. As long as you leave her class exhausted and without time to have a shower before your next class then she’s succeeded in making whoever your next teacher is absolutely miserable (bonus points if it’s Logan with his enhanced sense of smell).
Art teacher jubilee does believe that there is a right way to critique art. And she can be a little in your face about it. She does think you can have wrong opinions especially when it comes to your own art. If she overhears you saying you didn’t something wrong, she’ll scream into a megaphone “adapt, improvise, overcome!”. There are no mistakes! She’s eccentric, bubbly, creative and brilliant, the only one suited for the job.
It wouldn’t be a school without budget cuts. That’s why Nightcrawler is both the languages and religions teacher and he’s beloved at both. He comes up with roleplay scenarios the students can play to help learn their chosen languages, he has varied religious texts in his room and when he says to the students “I’ll pray for toy during exam season” he’s not actually joking.
(I forgot about Hank I’m actually going to cry he’s one of my favourites and I forgot about him. He’ll be in pt two or smth.)
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