#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 #🪶

[perenlop]

yeah think im settling on typical bromance marx and magolor bond in my kirbyverse so magolor is like w young adult while marx is around kirbys age. so no romance but theyre still like besties

[enruint]

it bothered him that another had come to their aid.    and it was not for the reason one might think,    of childish reasoning such as being made to feel weak or    incapable of doing the task    they had burned their whole childhood for.    no    ━━━    it was for one reason and one only:    they were a shield and a shield should not be protected.     it should hold the heavy weight of pain,    of blood,    even death. until bruised,    broken and battered beyond recovery.    even then that shield would have to turn to sword,    sharp edges meant to cut down until nothing was left.    he could not allow himself to ever appear     as anything less than the emblem that decorated uniform dictated    he should be.    it's why heart seems to sink into stomach even when the knight offers them words of reprieve,    of a gentle reasoning for their actions   ━━━    did mikael really look that pathetic    ?  did he really look like he needed help ?   it continues to gnaw on him even when    the gallant knight     offers him another chance to repay such favor,    even when those eyes gaze upon him,    even when they look away from him.

the paladin takes a second to compose himself,    mind a flurry of thoughts while body remained at ease.    good little soldier boy.    the sword upon their hip seems to burn through their clothing.    a reminder that he was    truly sword and shield    and nothing would ever change that.    it's then with practiced ease that lips curve upwards into a smile yet    there's nothing feigned about the warmth    it exudes    ━━━   an honesty mikael could never hide.    a certain    kindness ingrained into his being    even when following a path that could and    would slowly erode that hope he clung to even now.   ❝   you're too kind.   ❞    or perhaps stuck with the same kind of oath,    that unwavering desire to be a protector even when deemed foolish.    yet his voice is gentle,    gratefulness laced around words,    eyes soften then    ━━━   emerald could never lie even if he wished to.

with hand resting upon the hilt of his sword does he follow their line of sight towards the maimed corpses,    the remains of the slaughter and    perhaps it's the way they say it    but mikael can't help the laugh that escapes lips, breaking through the tension of the situation at hand.   ❝   you needn't worry.    those of my order will be here soon and make sure it's taken care off.    and if they wouldn't i would've done it myself.   ❞   stepping across several limbs ,    boots marred with blood,    he comes to stand beside the taller knight,    head tilted slightly, gaze falling upon their companion's visage: a beautiful painting of crimson, a darling green    &.    swirling red within that green and then:    starlight.    ❝  rest   ?  surely you jest.  ❞     brief    moment of enchantment    broken by the amused glow within own emerald kissed hues as he begins to walk ahead,    following the winding street,    leading them away from the slaughter and gore.

❝   one such as i does not rest not when i can be called upon at a moment's notice.    i shall rest when my duty has ended.   ❞    a dramatic pause,    a tinge of mischievousness settling within simper.    ❝   that sounded    rather intense    did it not   ?   fear not,    i rest when it's needed.    i am no good otherwise.    now that i have accepted    your proposal of a supposed break    what do you wish for us to do,    oh stranger knight.     you do not seem from here,    i would've known one who carries the colors you do.    and one with such prowess as well.    this daring knight that came to my rescue,    i am curious.   ❞ ⊱ @knghted, cont.   ⊰ 

[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.