#v. tba.

[va1keus]

@honorhearted starter.

It might have looked like he was trying to flee from a group of ladies who were still following him, but Benedict would come up with any other excuse to be walking as quickly as he was. He didn't want to be rude, no, he just didn't want to entertain the idea of giving any of them interest when they were after one thing while he would rather be anywhere but in this room.

As he paced the room his shoulder bumped into somebody else's and he quickly stopped in his tracks to look to the other man. " Sorry, my apologies, I was not looking where I was going - " He glanced back to the ladies again and his eyes widened. " I uh, sorry. I'm Benedict. Who are you? could you do me the smallest of favours and look as if we're having an interesting conversation. "

He hoped having a conversation with somebody else might at least deter them away. " Again I'm sorry for bumping into you, I was trying to escape a hoard. "

[grazziella]

@whatsbehindthefacade / riff sent: [ SHOULDER ] : sender kisses receiver's bare shoulder.

she heard most mothers forget that pain. grazie isn't so sure that she'll be able to just forget it. that seems too easy. but the moment her kid was place in the crook of her elbow and she smiled the stupid stereotypical smile it felt like it would be okay. she has a kid now. an entire baby that she made. inside of her. it's gross and magical all at once. somehow god entrusted her to look after this kid, make her their mother. it doesn't make any sense to her. maybe it's god punishing her. graziella wouldn't know. the last time she stepped foot in a church was years ago. though, her pregnancy started to make her wonder.

riff found her in the recovery room they wheeled her into, staring starry-eyed at their little human. all she could offer was a little smile. she's alright. they have a squirmy kid now that depends on them for everything. later she'll ask him if he punched any of the medical staff. later she'll ask him if they deserved it. for now, grazie makes room for him on the bed. at the feeling of his lips on her shoulder ( where the frumpy hospital gown droops ), her smile widens before she leans into him.

❝ look, ❞ graziella whispers, head gesturing towards the baby, ❝ that little thing shot right outta me. don't know how either of us did it. i thought graduating high school was hard, but believe me, pushing a screaming watermelon out your lady parts is worse. ❞

[victoriousfidelity]

@greenelight said: "Come sit a little while with me. Tell me how you've been? Really." conversational sentence starters. | accepting.

"I am almost entirely certain that you don't have enough time for me to go into that much detail." Sigyn insists, though she sits down anyway. "Not to mention the fact that I'm sure whatever you have been doing is far more interesting!"

[f4rgd]

@oakthcrn ( continued )

His gaze was drawn to the tracks in the mud and the abrupt stop. It hadn't rained and the ground wasn't particularly different. There was no signs of horses or carts, they just stopped. It was eery and Aksel being far from the smartest of men couldn't quite conjure up any reason as to why or how it would have happened.

" I have no idea - " Not even abduction would make sense, there would have to be other marks - some other way of tracking them. It wasn't the type of situation to make light of but the playful comment came anyway, it was what he did after all. " Maybe it was magic. "

[braveburned]

❝ you ask a lot of goddamn questions. ❞

last of us (show) starters

★ — He knows he's annoying him ( it's not difficult to tell ), knows that's Michael's way of telling him to shut the hell up without directly saying it. Most kids would listen, maybe even feel intimidated into apologizing before falling hush. Gregory isn't most kids.

Instead, he breathes a half - laugh, glancing over at the man with a smile that's not quite shit - eating but isn't anything sheepish either.

"Yeah, I do!"

Said perfectly pleasantly, as if he isn't intentionally pushing buttons. It might be smarter to not antagonize one of the only people ( if not the only real person ) looking out for him, but he can't help it.

" But you're kinda avoiding a lot of them."

[swordince]

@gaynsborough​  sent  :     ❝ i saw you do that, you know. ❞

his  movements  stall  in  place,  frozen  mid - motion,  dooming  the  following  attempt  at  nonchalance  in  the  water.          ❛     wh —   huh ??      saw  what ??     i  didn’t  do —    ❜          adam’s  eyes  actually  catch  sight  of  the  accuser   ...   &  his  entire  body  loses  tension  with  relief,  weak  grin  pulling  at  his  expression.          ❛     oh,  phew,  you’re  not  a  guard.     i  thought  i  was  actually  in  trouble,  for  a  second  there.     ❜

[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

[grazziella]

she doesn't even know how she got here. yes, she was there at the wedding. yes, she still remembers how much it hurt to have a kid. but it feels much more domestic than maybe she's cut out for. than what was expected. brow raises up at riff. while this isn't some earthly paradise, they don't live in san juan hill anymore. can't. grazie can't tell if they're more or less crusty than her old neighbors. the people who live around her are always old and cranky. it's just her luck. especially when she has a baby, who happens to shriek sometimes.

❝ so you're gonna be that parent, huh? ❞ she doesn't even know if that parent exists. none of her friends have ever been parents. most parents in the west side of manhatten don't seem to care too much about their kids. ❝ gonna teach the kid to defend themself? maybe not with their fists, just with words. ❞ she gives him a squeeze. ❝ they can snap at the annoying neighbors then. ❞

It's been quite the learning curve, that's for damn sure. Keeping baby fed and sorting diapers, trying to get them to sleep, making sure they're wrapped up right, things to do, and things not to do. Sometimes it's difficult to keep it all straight in his head. Being responsible for a whole little life, one that relies on the two of them for every little thing, is like a job in itself, and every day there's that voice in the back of his head, warning him to be better than his own parents. The last thing he ever wants is to let their kid down. He wants to do right by them, do right by Grazie, by the woman he loves, the mother of his child. They're both more than he deserves.

Grazie's arms wind around his chest, taking him briefly by surprise, but he smiles a little as she hooks her chin over his shoulder, her soft voice reaching his ears. He smiles a little more when the baby in his arm's focus switches to her, making a soft gurgling noise. He thinks it sounds happy. Grazie kisses his neck and he hums softly, tilting his head to brush his lips against her temple in return. "The neighbours can fuck right off, like we don't hear enough from them too." He takes their baby's little hand in his, jokingly giving it a tiny wave, like a scolding pensioner and putting on a stupid voice. "They're way more noisy than me!"

[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.

[grazziella]

 @lcvedwords  /  teddy  sent:  ❛  will  you  please  tell  me  what  happened?  ❜

 was  not  telling  her  kid  how  his  father  died  a  sin?  maybe.  while  grazie  was  technically  raised  catholic  and  surprisingly  found  herself  sliding  into  the  back  pew  at  mass  after  her  brother  stopped  answering  her  letters  and  busted  out  her  old  rosary  after  riff,  she  doesn't  know  enough  about  the  ten  commandments  or  whatever  to  have  a  final  say  on  it.  lying  is  some  sort  of  sin  but  it's  not  gonna  sent  her  straight  to  hell.  for  all  teddy's  life,  grazie's  made  up  some  vague  reason  that  lead  to  his  daddy's  death.  he  doesn't  need  the  whole  story.  she  isn't  interested  in  repeating  it  anyway.  

 ❝  what's  brought  all  this  on,  huh?  ❞  she  sets  her  pen  down,  glancing  over  to  where  teddy  was  on  the  couch.  life  after  riff  meant  doing  everything  in  her  power  to  give  their  son  the  life  neither  of  them  had.  the  extra  hours  and  extra  works  means  good  things  for  them,  even  if  that  means  she  doesn't  get  enough  time  as  she  would  like  with  teddy.  she'd  become  infamous  at  the  hospital  for  refusing  to  part  with  her  baby  for  too  long.  sometimes,  grazie  becomes  that  same  girl  again.  ❝  what?  your  school  stupidly  celebrating  father's  day  two  months  early?  they  gotta  be  more  sensitive  to  kids  who  don't  got  a  daddy,  let  me  tell  you  that.  lots  of  kids  at  my  school  didn't  have  one.  ❞  including  herself.  ❝  when  you're  older,  okay?  ❞  the  same  thing  she's  said  every  time  he's  asked.  ❝  i'll  tell  you  then.  ❞

[victoriousfidelity]

@hexsreality asked: "Something is troubling you, yes?" conversational sentence starters. | accepting.

"Perhaps I am simply paranoid, after everything that's happened," Is Sigyn's initial response, a quiet but vain attempt to undermine her own concerns. But she knows Wanda won't stand for that - she's too perceptive, for one thing.

That's the blessing and the curse of befriending other magic users, isn't it? It's always harder to hide.

So she sighs, and adds: "Do you ever just... Have a feeling that something's not quite right? Nothing as concrete as a vision, unfortunately, but..."

[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?

[voidsovereign]

bust commission for @lostghosts of their warrior of light, Verren Selsos!

[f4rgd]

He can still feet the faint ache where the arrow had once been lodged in his leg but for the most part it's gone and there's nothing there to ever prove it's existence. Despite it his knees feel unsteady when he stands and it takes him a second to gain his balance. The name however, caught his attention, his eyes narrowed and a smirk found his lips.

" I know a Breina, I think it may be the one you speak of. " There was only one Breina on his mind, one he had found himself tangled in sheets with one several occasions by now. She lingered on his mind often, but he wondered how much he could truly say - he didn't know much about Tore, only that he'd been kind enough to help him. " - it certainly sounds like her. "

He gives his leg a gentle shake before he steps forward, thankful their previous attackers have either been defeated or fled, but he's certain there will be more not too far away. " Lead the way, I'm sure there will be more on their way when their friends do not return. "

With the wound healed, Tore leaned back on his haunches, letting Aksel's leg go in order to wipe a bead of sweat from his temple. His hands were still stained with blood, but he was not fussy, wiping the worst of it off on his pant leg. Blood was simply the price of his profession, the price of being a part of the Cult of the Dragon. The price of working to bring back the dragons the Cult said would one day rule them. If he could not handle blood, he could not handle the Cult.

"I appreciate you did not kick me in the face," he said with a slight twitch of his lips, almost a smile, but not quite. "Her name is Breina. She is a paladin, and one who has taken a dislike to me and my methods." He gestured at the undead warrior, who was also stained with blood, some its own, and some from the enemy it had slaughtered on Tore's behalf.

With his hand now dry, if still slightly reddened in the cracks and lines on his fingers and palm where blood pooled and dried, he offered it to Aksel to help him to his feet. "Owe me when we are safe. We should not remain here any longer. I have a place where I can finish healing you nearby, but we must hurry."