#this will be one of my main verses tbh

[musaics]

So I’m re-writing and fleshing out my modern verse for Hinata because it’s always been very bare bones/boring and gives nobody anything to work with. But piggybacking off of the Otsut.suki clan lore, Hinata’s a member of the clan and they’re all aliens with a colony on the moon. They arrived to absorb DNA from humans to further their own species, but obviously things go south. Hina gets exiled to Earth for being a disappointment and yeah. Tba

[lil-vibes]

local cult leader can Not get anything done bc of their eepy cat. more at tomorrow's sermon

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[face-breaker]

OH — i got the verse / connection pages up btw...they're not all...completed, but they exist. AND they also have all of my tags listed on them, so if y'all wanted to filter anything for specific muses / fandoms you'll find that info there !!

[gamethecry]

" finally . . . no more internet . . . no more lore . . . s i l e n c e . "

" november 1st approaches . "

" . . . i stand corrected . "

[starsweepers]

                LITTLE ARMS CLUTCHED THE STUFFED ANIMAL.

          wet cheeks, shaking limbs. but her face was buried into the soft, welcoming sensation of the item. her sobs drowned into the white fur that slowly dampened. the day lingered on her mind, a stretching void of dark shapes that grabbed and shouted, their voices like screams grating against her mind. overwhelmed. she had been overwhelmed.

      brown depths had widened, CHOKED breaths, jerky movements. she couldn't get away she couldn't run. only her walker, and that wasn't enough to help her get going. four years old was not an age for fleeing. running was reserved for play and joy and games... and even those were out of h e r reach. because legs didn't move right, body didn't move right. dawn knew this already, understood she was never going to have those opportunities and experiences. she was okay with that, she was okay with herself, but that didn't mean everything was fine.

              how her father had had to grab her up. hold her close, trying to give her only one sound; the beating of his heart in his chest. pressing her against the soft folds of his shirt, other hand about her head, attempting to dim to cacophony, attempting to protect her from the fervent crowd that demanded his attention. his fame, his status. they didn't pay mind to the child, to the little girl, to the wailing that she relented as panic gripped her. stiffened, frozen, there was n o t h i n g she could do but be consumed in the chaos. until her father had swept her away, he freed her from it all, and then just held her in a silence far away. rocked her. waited for her to come back from everything. grounded her. her hero.

      but little dawn. oh. bravery was what she tried now. struggle. because she was already a lot of work, right? she was already ( unable... disabled... the people said that a lot around her. she couldn't she couldn't she couldn't ). don't be another burden on her family, her parents, she couldn't she couldn't she couldn't. be tough like her sister, like her mother. like her father; pushing away the crowds, she could push away the fear, the hauntings, the shadows. MEMORIES. played on repeat. too much.

                but her little heard was known too well. night light spun stars on her ceiling, a little tinkering song lulled an attempt for her to sleep, but she squirmed and squirmed and clutched that little toy. until the door cracked and there he was, gentle for a giant. her father swept her back into his arms, those arms, and he lay with her on the bed. her and the stuffed dog - frufru. he kept them both near, he hummed, he rubbed her back, large hand barely having to shift. she hiccuped.

       breath slowed, heart stopped its dance. little girl curled, half clutching him, half chewing her fingers. hiccup. a little sob, releasing the weight still lingering on her chest. but it was okay, it was okay, and her father assured her. over and over and over.

            there was no need for bravery, there was no need for fear. not there, at least. all she needed, all she held... was love. and dawn CLUNG to it. to him. the monsters of her fear, of being overwhelmed, of being incapable... they were small in comparison to him, to the love that bound. for the first time all day, though the moon hung high as one of the only visible lights in a los angeles sky... she felt the sun.

[hellguarded-moved]

// btw i just wanna say i've always been huge on continuity. and i value each and every interaction, so you can be sure that if ig has met your muse, they're somewhere in his memory, they've made some sort of impression. while his story is still steadily evolving in the background for the most part, you can be sure your muse has had some effect on him on way or another.

[ataviisms]

me using a pjo verse as an excuse to tie sobek into this blog somehow? perhaps...

[troublcmakcrs]

//i saw poly art of craig being shipped with both tweek & thomas (of the tourettes fame) and i'm like. what if we cut out the middle man and get rid of craig this arrangement? :3c

[ofluckandmagic]

Ryune Clawthorne-Whispers has joined ofluckandmagic!!

You can find their oc bio here

Related verses will be appropriately tagged as

#themidnightfeather-verse, in which Ryune takes the role of masked rebellion vigilante the Midnight Feather, during the height of Belos’ empire.

#forthewatchinganddreaming-verse in which Ryune recovers post finale and learns self acceptance

#togetherwestanddevidedwefall-verse - post season 2, Ryune learns to live in the human realm alongside the HexSquad

#Likemotherlikedaughter-verse - owl beast! Ryune au. Self explanatory

In character chatter will be tagged as #ryune clawthorne-whispers or #🪶

[xotherwcrldsx]

Oh....

[aftapati]

"So this is a God of Death, hm? Fu fu fu fu. ~"

( * / @conquiistador / unprompted )

Customarily indecipherable expression, allowing anyone with common perceptiveness to hypothesize the enigma behind it. One unsealed brown complexion would glance at the significantly taller individual, offering a thorough scrutiny. The height, which could prompt to intimidation for many, it was nothing but an obstruction of the view, for Aizen. And so he would dissect, from outlandish garments, mannerisms, and of course --- unrecognizable supernatural prowess, yet it is only a matter of time to familiarize himself with aforementioned power. For his unquenched curiosity cannot be ceased, his desire for knowledge and sageness expansion stands on a high pedestal.

Henceforth, he would humour this current situation --- this unexpected encounter. Always a man that would appreciate the unanticipated. A subtle convexity facing upwards was formed upon felonious facade, as a tacit indication of amusement. The thrill to discover, the inquisitiveness to learn more about this particular individual, for reasons unbeknown to everyone; merely to satisfy his thirst for intellect gathering. Be it benefactory or not. A scientist at heart, constantly seeking the betterment of oneselve's version, the more wisdom to be bestowed upon his cerebrum.

❛ If that is how you perceive me as, then it would seem that your mind cannot comprehend any further from what your eyes are showing you. ❜

❛ Such a shame. People's understanding nowadays has become rather stagnant. ❜

Words hurled like venom being extracted from a snake, or better yet, as if someone threw a bait at the ocean for a miscellany of creatures to grasp on mindlessly. So, the real question is: will he take the bait?

[hellishseamech]

//lowkey considering to nuke this blog ngl...

[obeisnce]

@manhdle ft. C A I N. / based.

PRAYER FILLS A SPACE previously occupied by silence. loosed from the lips of father hawthorne's female disciples as they kneel before their beds and speak the holy words aloud. though a new addition to his congregation magnolia's voice rings clear and true among the rest. the girl's ceaseless pursuit for BELONGING and redemption has carved a path straight to this newfound family. to the priest now looming just behind them, observing and discerning. watchful as a shepherd tending to his flock. this man can save her. this man can make her worthy. she need only prove herself. what 'proving herself' entails she's been told she'd find out tonight, but the fluttering in her belly is mainly owed to the instruction that she be wearing her nightgown and nothing else underneath. the devout v i r g i n in her at first hesitates over this command. protective of her own chastity the way she's always been raised to be, but ultimately acquiesces. magnolia's yearning for APPROVAL supersedes all virtue and the possibility of receiving praise by the very man she seeks it from has her thighs rubbing together discretely, need pulsing sinfully between them. once the final amen is spoken the room grows quiet once again. its occupants wait with baited breath for their leader's next words, but none more earnestly than the cherubic redhead who succumbs to her own foolish curiosity and chances a glance over her shoulder at him. for the briefest of moments she catches his eyes in the amber glow of candlelight and the INTENSITY of his piercing blue hues boring into her soul immediately bends mags to his will and forces her to nervously retreat her gaze. worried that she might've already failed whatever test he intends to impose upon them.

[tvrningout-a]

this headache has me feeling like a zombie but i gotta smile when d.orian p.avus appears 💜 if i’ve never said it before, d.ragon age i.nquisition is a comfort game of mine, and y’all should tell me yours!! what game do you go back to during a certain time of year, when you’re feeling icky, etc.?

[writingkitten]

*sends script for peer review*

reviewer: this is way too long. cut the first eight pages, jump right into the action, your action lines are super long, otherwise it’s great

*cuts first eight pages, cuts down long action lines, resubmits for another review*

other reviewer: you’re missing way too much right at the beginning, don’t jump right to the action, conceptually it’s good but just totally rewrite it

Fucking kill me.