#v; tba.

[amngtears]

"Are you ready to play nice?"

The gith scoffed in her familiar fashion, face contorting. "Chk. I do not play-- Unlike you, I am taking this matter seriously. We have no time for niceities--" Lae'zel's armed crossed as she shot a sideways glance to the others. "--These parasites in our minds surely do not slow their process because we, as you put it, 'play nice'."

"If anything, I am playing efficiently. As you should."

[figurecollection]

Teto Kasane Nendoroid by Good Smile Company, of Synthesizer V

[cybernetic-programming]

im just glad to get these three on a canvas.

rambling about these guys below, but it will contain spoilers for To Begin Anew.

from left to right (and youngest to oldest), we have:

vin - n / uzi / v. they/he. definitely takes more after their disassembly parents in personality. confident and playful, yet capable of being vicious if it comes down to it.

andrei - doll / lizzy. he/him. quiet, attentive. he's good at finding out secrets when no one thinks that he knows them. doesn't speak unless you actually know him. his name is a callback to yeva being russian eve, his is russian andrew.

vienna - v / j. she/her. lived most of her early years with j, but ends up brought into the nuziv household after a while. her personality is similar to j's, but not as strict or stuck-up. she's well capable of having fun and finds her place in her family with her little sibling and adoptive cousin.

vienna is almost six years older than vin, and andrei is a few months older than vin. andrei ends up the smallest of them though. :P

[wayfaringstrangxr]

Starter for @mxchineherald

His mind was an abstract painting of images, memories and thoughts. His hands were more calloused and arms were stronger, indicating constant manual labor, to which he wasn't used. Or... didn't used to be.

"We finish this together." His own voice echoed in his mind.

He had to find Viktor. He had a good guess that he'd be at the lab, but the first attempt to approach the building was frustrated by an enforcer. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood and won't arrest you, so away with you, filth."

Jayce had to sneak through the maintenance tunnels and once inside the lab, a smile grew on his lips. It has the same smell from when they started working on their dream, a scent of new equipments, fresh ink on paper, new ideas. Jayce allowed himself to be distracted by those memories and was startled once the door was opened. He couldn't help but take a step back as his eyes met Viktor's.

He stood very little change against him on their last meeting, and he had his hammer, now he had nothing.

"I knew I'd find you here." His voice sounds calm, despite his instincts telling him to run. He was sent here for a reason, what if this time they weren't mean to kill each other?

[delxsive]

@graveyard-ripper

it is no longer uncommon for the princess to venture into the kitchen, especially in the late hours of the night. though the hushed voices should set off warning signs in the geniuses overactive subconscious, the docile, familiar tone ( from one of the few people she trusts ) ensures her safety. a habit that has become like clockwork, the royal rounds the foot of the staircase into the warm, surprisingly empty kitchen to be met with an unfamiliar ( yet familiar ) face, mimicking the features of the woman opposite the table.

❝ mary anne. ❞ the royal greets, chestnut brown hair falling in subtle waves over her shoulders, scattered with the remnants of a few small braids. the princess does not wear her nightclothes, as she no longer bothers to feign a guise of sleep. instead, an austere, slightly off-white garment hugs her silhouette until it reaches the floor. those warm, doe eyes are wider than usual, stunned by the absolute beauty of the rugged woman that captures her gaze. it is rude to stare, the princess can hear her mother in the back of her mind, though she can not bring herself to look away. ❝ you. . . have a visitor. i apologize for my intrusion. ❞ ivory grimes knows each person permitted within her castle by name, and this is not one of them.

[vuulpecula]

✖ @tapalslegacy starter.

"Filth," the cloaked man spat. Leaving flecks of blood on the white of the Grand Inquisitor's uniform. This was his town, everyone within it, they belonged to him. "You are nothing but the Empire's dog," he growled, their sabers meeting again in an earth-shattering blow. "They should have culled you with all the others." He sprang backward, putting distance between him and his formidable opponent.

Movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and he turned his scarred face slowly in the direction of it. Watching as the Grand Inquisitor's companion helped usher people inside. A mother and a child. The fool haded them her blaster and he grinned. The wind whipped at her hair, pulling the strands in the same way he pulled on the Force. Using it to aid him as he sprang away in the direction of Fox. He might not be able to neutralize his attacker, but he could at least take a life from him. He had tried at the beginning, going for the weaker of the two, but the Grand Inquisitor had met him swiftly blade for blade and his focus had shifted.

Fox, doing her best to keep the innocent town's people from ending up in the crossfire, paused to gather her breath. They should have all been safe now, safe from the Jedi who had held them captive, had controlled them--and she had thought the Empire was bad. She had faith that Cal could handle himself, that he would be able to disbatch their target quickly--it was why her focus was elsewhere.

Turning at the buzz of a saber, she reacted on instinct, ducking and rolling as the Jedi swung his saber in a move that was surely meant to take her head. She scrambled up, grabbing for a secondary gun at her ankle, trying to get closer to the protection the Grand Inquisitor could offer. There was a pull at her ankle, a sensation like a hand wrapping around the bone, forcefully pulling until she was falling, mouth full of dirt. Then the dragging as their target began to howl.

"Cal!" She never called him by his name, although she knew it. This was perhaps the first--and the last-- time it would ever surface on her lips.

[storybounded]

The first snow of the season! Delicate snowflakes cascaded slowly to the browned grass below, overlooking a fawn who pranced and laughed with childlike glee.

Bambi trotted to a stop when a thought crossed his mind. Tilting his neck upwards, he stuck out his tongue, trying his very best to catch a one.

[oktaviaslabyrinth]

Khenarthi's Roost // The Elder Scrolls V: Beyond Skyrim - Elsweyr (TBA)

[fxiled-fxithful]

send  🔪  for  a  hostile  starter . [ Meme ~ @a-crimson-fucker ]

There was power within Prayer. Much like Alexander Anderson, she relied on beloved God to give her an advantage. Angela wished to purge London of it's impurity, starting with the creature before her.

"Impurity has left an imprint upon this country. Innocent souls left to fear what lingers in the dark. Creatures of shadow and blood lust prey upon the weak. This is not the will of God. His children are threatened by your very existence. How dare you claim that you fight for their protection when you act like a beast much like the creatures you hunt. Have you no shame in acting as a faux herald of humanity?"

Her wings open wide as a bright heavenly glow.

"It is time that you face judgement in the eyes of God!"

[victoriousfidelity]

"There is nothing I wouldn't do."

lyric starter for @theresastargirl Caution - The Killers

[exxtermini]

From X

"Come on you NASTY SLUTS! fucking work harder, Zephyr open your wings more and straighten your damn back or else you're going to get your wings sliced in half during the next extermination! "

Lute's wings were fully open as she watched over the other exterminators and angelic beings train.. they had to get better. they NEEDED to get better if they wanted to take down the Princess and that whoreish traitor VAGGIE.

They couldn't fail again... they couldn't . They had lost so many of their own... so many countless lives taken away by those filth and the Princess. it disgusted her

Lute would take a moment before breathing and lifting up her metallic arm. this training was going to get them no where. they were all to SOFT.... she understood they did not want to genuinely hurt each other due to the potency of the angelic steel but.. maybe some blood shed WOULD help

" @timetoprey strike me and make me bleed. if regular training will not work we will go into a more harsh case of action. though we are not to KILL each other with our blades. we are going to toughen up another way. no more gentle SPARS...it's now a full on fight. act as if your life depends on getting a hit on me. the first to draw blood is deemed a winner. RULES are simple. DO NOT go for vitals only arms, cheeks and legs. DO NOT penetrate with your weapon or I myself will rid you of your life. WHEN your PARTNER says the phrase " YOU WIN" you stop what your doing and assess the injuries together. simple enough? GOOD. NOW BEGIN "

[cybernetic-programming]

how did they get a mango? no idea. but i wanted cute art of vienna and cyn <3

inspired by an ao3 comment

[ruler-of-oz]

@federationmuses sent: “Ozma it’s so good to see you.”she said coming over and hugging her friend

She had lost count of the number of parties she had been invited to. Expected to attend. Celebrations meant to assure the people of Oz that the witch's 'reign of terror' was over. That brighter days were now before them.

She hated each one more than the last. Hated how she had to stand there and pretend like she hadn't just lost the two most important people to her.

As the crowd parted and Glinda came rushing through, Ozma allowed herself to be hugged. "Glinda.... I didn't know you were coming...." No one had told her. Not that THAT was anything new.

[orchestrahearts]

@frstwomn hit the heart 🦃

The concept of Thanksgiving was somehow the same yet completely different in the White House. On one hand, there was the public show of Thanksgiving and the constant surveillance, as well as Tamsin. On the other, the point was much the same: a big turkey dinner, pumpkin pie, potatoes, etc. It was strange how that paradox felt.

“Can you pass some more pie?” Lily asked, looking down the table.

[vuulpecula]

✖ @rickgrimesdoingrickthings cont.

Lounging sideways in what was practically a throne, Fox observed the rings adorning her fingers as if Rick arriving was part of an everyday occurrence. Barely looking his way for more than a moment. Relaxed to the point she almost appeared bored. “Mm, yes, you are a killer. I see.” Not that she looked, adjusting a diamond around her index finger. She smiled as it glinted.

With a stretch, her arms and a leg stretching out, Fox sighed. Her foot came near to a walker chained to the wall behind the throne, the deceased reached for it, snapping hungrily. She turned her body, resting her elbows on her knees to get a better look at him. The CRM had stepped up the game if she compared him to the last guy unfortunate enough to come through. “There may be no point, but it would be fun, yes?” Her teeth were exposed to him as she grinned, canines sharpened to points. He had guns, but she didn’t need them.

“They did not tell you what happened to the one that came before you, did they? Only that you need lots of men and lots of guns and lots of…” She waved her hand around, searching for a word that would describe him. “Attitude?” She understood her compound was a valuable resource. They had an endless supply of fresh water when those around them could not count on the same. Her people kept the facility up, generating energy with handmade inventions to keep the plant running. It would not be surprising to her if he didn’t find her funny, he didn’t look like he appreciated jokes.

“I am sitting here, is that not cooperating? Speak your peace, dog of the republic, I want to hear if they have changed their spiel.” There was a second in command, far from there by now, with a majority of her people. Those that had remained behind had volunteered to defend their walls. His company was too large for them to defend themselves, she had chosen to send them away, save them at least for now from whatever fist the CRM was bringing down upon them. Take as much ammo as possible to keep it out of the hands of the army. What were their weapons without their bullets? Not all realized that a gun could still be used even when it was empty. Her people did.

“Go on, tell me your demands before I decide I want to do, as you say, resist.”

[mcltiples]

Plotted Starter for @captainbuzzkill88

Showing up unannounced was the Radio Demon's specialty. He rarely liked to give anyone a heads up as to where he wanted to be. And better yet, seeing the look of displeasure or surprise on the person's face was comedic in itself to keep on going.

So that's what he did. Tonight. Standing right behind Husk. His hands clasped behind his back, holding onto his cane. His eyes burrowing in the back of that head.

"Husker!" He spoke with a demand. "There you are, friend! I've been looking everywhere for you. How has tonight been treating you? Fair, I hope."