#verilin

[sanctobin]

Verilin & Rotganzen at Le Pristine Singapore by Sergio Herman

[winewinebloodwine]

[Chuuyas breathing is labored, and his lips have specs of blood on them. So do his teeth. His hands are shaking faintly, but his pull on his hair loosens a bit with Dazais touch. Chuuyas body keeps glowing a faint red, however unlike the usual protective aura thing it does outside of his body- this glow seems to come from inside his veins. There's both blood and tears coming out of his eyes as he swallows the pills. He gasps again, and the red light seems to pulse brighter & stronger for a few seconds, before dying down]

Fuck- okay- now one of the purple bottle- it should be behind the -[He curls in on himself, choking a bit] fuck- the green ones

Pourquoi esque jai besion de vivre ici- dans cette vie qui est tout plein des chose mal et unjusté, mais ci j'alle ja passe le chance, le plus petit que c'ai mainterna, du vue mon amour, mon coeur, ma raison de vivre, encode just une fois.

[caxycreations]

Meet the Protag: Aurum Verilin

If there's anything you want to know about Aurum Verilin, the protagonist of my new WIP, Sanguis Auri, ask away! If it's no spoiler, I'll share~

[kariachi]

Have you ever wanted to feel for an Incursean? Well do I have the fic for you.

Emperor Yanta’s introduction to ruling.

~~

The problem with a fresh body was it seemed to take forever to burn, or maybe it just felt that way. Yanta could’ve sworn he aged two years between entering the forge and leaving it, wife on one side and younger sister on the other, one for each parent. If his commanding officer could have called for him for any other reason, any at all, he would have taken it, but the loss of his parents- brutally and at the same time… How much could one person take? The only relief was the knowledge that his mother had been long retired from injury, had she died on the front lines he would have been expected to head straight out himself to take her place and seek retribution for the loss.

As it was he stepped out with his remaining family, all three in naught but their mourning bands in the yellow their status allowed, with every intention of returning to his apartments. The knowledge his sister would return to those she had as the youngest shared with their parents alone ached in his back. That she had no fiancé yet to share the burden, that finding her one was now his responsibility. But it was a trouble for another time, when the earliest phases of mourning were done. He would flop over to find her the best he could, as their parents would have wanted.

These were the thoughts in his head as they left, and the ones that fled his mind as soon as he saw two members of the Emperor’s council- in all their war-time colors- and a bevy of Imperial guards. The guards were on high alert, and the councilmembers’ whispered conversation died as they caught sight of them.

“Sir, Madam,” Yanta said as the three of them bowed- mourning or no it was only proper with their status- “excuse us plea-”

“Our Emperor,” one of the councilmembers cut him off as the pair both bowed, nearly touching the ground in their effort to go lower than they had, “we humbly ask you join us in your base apartments.” A deadly heat coursed through his body. Igerra’s family had no tie to the Imperial family- they were chemists and craftpeople mostly, he had married her for her musical skill, not any political gain. Kilneva was the younger and less accomplished of them.

“The Emperor-”

“The flagship was been lost.” Oh. Oh by the Old Gods and the New…

“My cousin Verilin?” She was older than him, her grandfather had been a warhero, her husband from another noble line, surely she-

“Is dead, Your Greatness. The same as your parents are.” The heat grew hotter, panic building. Only Igerra’s support kept him upright.

“What about Vigui?” Also older, he’d helped Yanta prepare for his exams when he went to join the fleet- The other councilmember stepped forward. He noticed now white and blue cloth folded neatly in their arms.

“We don’t come here on a whim,” he said with a pity that earned him a firm look from his companion. One didn’t, one didn’t pity the Emperor. “You are the next in the line.” With that he held out the white cloth he carried, first to Igerra, then to Kilneva. His companion held out the blue to Yanta himself.

“Our Emperor,” she repeated, “if we could bring you to your apartments?”

~~~

Yanta couldn’t have said whether the next several hours passed like years or like seconds. They seemed to flash by, with moments lasting forever with no space in-between. When had he changed into his new mourning band? How many ages could it take to explain the state of the frontline? The food they had given him- sour as death- seemed to vanish in a heartbeat. Leaving Igerra and Kilneva’s sides felt like minutes that would never end.

Emperor. He had never even considered- He was too far down the chain to even consider working his way up. The best he had ever considered was seeing if he could marry a future child back up to the proper nobility. Never had he imagined, it hadn’t even been in his nightmares. They’d given him a drink to stave off nausea before handing him the list of his lost kin- from his predecessor to his parents and every member of the family older and closer to the throne than himself between them. That, plus five warships gone, including the flagship. Several thousand casualties. The Terinia’s Fury captured, along with all the remaining crew.

His council had asked that he make a statement, despite his mourning. Say something to his people in these troubling times, to respond to this the greatest loss the Empire had faced in generations. Yanta refused to do so yet. He had, it could hardly be considered a plan. An intention, moreso. One that would likely gain support for whoever among his remaining kin attempted to take the throne from him. But, it had to be done. For the sake of the Empire and the sake of his family, this sacrifice he made.

Steeling himself, Yanta sent all from the Base Fleet Throne room but a single communications officer, and ordered them to get him through to Emperor Himen.

The minutes felt like hours before the screen on the other end of the room came alive. Himen was also all-but naked, wearing only ribbons and chains in iridescent grey, and for some reason this calmed Yanta, like it put them just a bit more on the same page.

“Emperor Yanta,” Himen said flatly, “congratulations on your new position.”

“It’s quite the impressive one,” Yanta answered, trying to hide his nerves and lack of political training. The way the young officer looked between them like they were two predators facing off didn’t help. “The cost was far too high, however.”

“So I’ve been told.” The elderly Osmosian’s head just barely tilted to one side. “You’ve inherited quite the situation, you know.”

“I’m aware.” Folding his hands over his belly, Yanta held himself high. “I, Emperor Yanta of the Incursean Empire, offer the willing surrender of my forces.” The communications officer fell out of their chair. “I merely humbly ask that the remains of our fleet and its crew be released back to the care of the Empire.”

That was it. There was no going back from such a dishonorable act. Yanta could only hope that the single witness kept the news from moving faster than it might otherwise, and that the time he was giving his people for the extent of the final attack to sink in would convince them in some way.

“I, Emperor Himen of the Osmosian Empire,” came the response, “accept your surrender. We are amenable to returning your ship and your people, provided you pay reparations to the Empire and to Orwedj II, of an amount to be determined once you’ve finished mourning.” It was more leniency than Yanta had expected. As an Emperor during wartime, it was understood he may have to postpone his mourning, but here he was being given an out.

“I can only warn you that I’ve lost a good many kin,” he said, “so that period will be long.”

“You’ve lost a good many kin, so I’m certain you’ll keep your word.” The statement was presented in the same flat tone as the rest, but the threat rang loud and clear. Osmosian forces had assassinated dozens of Incursean nobles in near unison once, they could and would do so again.

Yanta was many things, he was not stupid.

“As soon as how long my mourning period will last has been determined-” It was a lot of math. “-I’ll make sure to send you the end date so our people can schedule the meeting.”

“Good. We will be sending you the skulls of your downed soldiers, all that we can locate, so that they may be interred respectfully as per Incursean cultural practices.” Oh. He hadn’t expected that. They would be able to properly burn them. That- They had expected they would have to be mourned as lost. Surely Terinia’s Fury didn’t have the facilities to burn them all herself.

“Thank you, Emperor Himen. Your mercy is boundless.” That was right, right? It wouldn’t insult them?

“You’re welcome.” Thank the Gods, Old and New. “Your people and ship will be released as soon as I have that date.”

“Within the day, I promise you.” He wanted those people safely back within the borders of the Empire as soon as possible. There was no need for more to suffer for a war they were never going to win. “I believe that is all for now, unless you have something more to bring to my attention?” Himen didn’t argue. “Then I must speak to my people so that I may return to my mourning. I can hope you understand.”

“At my age,” Himen answered, “you come to understand it very well. May the memories of the dead bring peace.”

“And may your days be full and hearty.” With something that wasn’t enough to be a nod, both rulers gestured, and the screen went dark.

The communications officer stared at him. Yanta shut his eyes, took a moment.

“Call in my council and my household,” he ordered, beating down the nerves that still were firing wildly, “and prepare for an address to the Empire at whole.”

“Y-yes, Your Greatness.”

They wouldn’t accept it, he was certain. To surrender, it was unthinkable. Hanien would never- Hanien was dead. Yanta was going to be dead and replaced with somebody more fitting for the position, that he was certain. With so many people to mourn, he’d get a handful of months at least before he burned, but he would. Hopefully after he managed to arrange the restitution payments.

He thought of his dead soldiers. Watching his parents burn. Kilneva alone in her apartments.

Yanta opened his eyes. Watched his council and guard return to the chamber. Waited on his wife.

The sacrifice would be worth it.

[eldritch-sims]

i havent opened this game in like a year but i still think about her

[hewwobrine]

i am about to make this alice in wonderland themed story So Fucked Up

[the-only-universe-here]

Day 5: Beloved

“Oh, Lilac, there you are. I was looking for you.” Sunil gave her a kind smile, leaning on his ironwood cane a little.

She hummed, giving him a curious look as she took the arm that he offered, following the man along the halls of the building he commanded.

He let them walk for a moment in silence, sharing polite nods to the people that passed them. “Hum… let’s see, would you like to come out with me for a little while? I have some business with Ace and Verilin, but I was thinking that we could get some ice cream together while you’re here.”

Lilac looked up at him for a moment before nodding with her own smile. “I haven’t been gone long.”

“You say that, but eight months at that university and this old man has missed you quite dearly.” He chuckled quietly and she rolled her eyes, as subtly as she could.

“And you are not old. Barely past forty-five.”

Sunil shrugged. “In this business, that is quite the age to be living to.”

“Still young to have a daughter as old as me, though.”

“Hmm, just barely younger than the average, give or take a few years.” He ruffled her hair a little and Lilac gave him a somewhat peeved look. “Besides, I wouldn’t have it any other way, you’re a wonderful daughter to have. Even when you leave those little poppers under my shoes to scare the hell out of me.”

Lilac smiled a little wider at the mention, flattening her hair down - leaving poppers under his slippers had been her favorite little prank to pull on the closest thing to a father that she had, as a young child.

She almost missed the soft look he gave her, but she met his gaze and gave another curious hum.

“Do you really like Kasten, Lilac?”

Slowly, she nodded, her smile turning more shy. Meeting Kasten, and Riley and Maru… it had been one of the best things in her life, really.

“Good,” he said, nodding slowly before his muddy green eyes flickered back over to her again. “... and the others, too?”

At that, Lilac bit her lip a little, nervously chewing on it. “Me and Kasten have been… talking about it.”

“Oh good, good. I wouldn’t mind a few extra in-laws, if it makes you happy.”

She felt her cheeks warm exponentially, as she stared at the ground and nodded, unable to deny the happy grin spreading over her face.

~

Sunil is 10/10 the best dad okay? He loves and appreciates his adopted daughter and will fight the sun if it would make her happy sldkgjsldkgjsd

@oc-growth-and-development

[pilinya]

Meet Josephine Oakley for @steinsims‘s Veriline

PRIVATE DL IF CHOSEN

The wedding day should actually be the happiest day in a girl's life. But for Josephine Oakley, that day became the beginning of the end. At the tender age of 19 she married her big love in a simple ceremony in the circle of their families. For months the young woman had been talking to her parents to get them to agree to the wedding. George Oakley was the man of her dreams and Josephine had a clear plan to spend the rest of her life at this man's side.

But fate had another plan. The newlyweds were caught in a robbery on their evening walk. Trying to protect his wife, George was shot and killed by one of the robbers. He was dead on sight. Josephine, still in her wedding dress, held her dead husband in her arms for over an hour till someone found her in the rarely visited street.

After the incident, she did not speak for days. The doctors told her family it was just the shock and it would go away. But instead, it got worse. The periods of silence were replaced by hysterical laughter, soliloquy and uncontrolled crying. Josephine's family had no choice: they had to take their daughter to the Asylum. Not only for her own protection but also to protect the family's reputation.

Josephine has been there for 2 years now. Far too often trapped in the memories of that terrible day, still feeling her husband's blood on her hands. Perhaps she will soon find someone who will break through the haze of pain and exhaustion and bring new life to that pale face.

Quick Facts:

◉ freaks out when you call her Posy, because that was George's nickname for her - Josy is okay, but beware whoever uses the 'P ◉ she loves the sound of music and singing - it seems to have a calming effect on her ◉ Books - Books help her to escape into other worlds. As long as she reads, her bad phases are at rest. ◉ Hates to be touched by male carers or doctors, she feels dirty every time and starts scratching herself until she is sedated again ◉ her family rarely comes to visit her in the Asylum

[campplay]

Kayserispor'da 3 futbolcu kadro dışı

Kayserispor’da 3 futbolcu kadro dışı

Hes Kablo Kayserispor kulübü, kadroya takviye yapıp başarı çıtasını yükseltmek istiyor. Rumen teknik adam Multescu nezaretinde çalışan sarı kırmızılı takım içerisinde artık Manuel Fernandes, Wilfried Kanga ve Harrison Manzala yer almayacak. Sezon başında büyük umutlarla transfer edilen, ancak bir türlü istenilen verilin alınamadığı 3 futbolcu, artık takımla birlikte çalışmayacak. Teknik heyetin…

[amathust]

71. 73. 84. 86

71. Seni ne gerer?

Veriline işin bilmiyor olmam beni gerer.,Yapmam gereken şeyi yapamıyorsam gerilirim.

73. İnsanların hatalarını düzeltir misin?

Genellikle düzeltmesine yardım ederim.

84. Ailenin mesleği ne?

Babam Elektrik ustası

Annem aşçı

86. Seni ne kızdırır?

kardeşim-telefonumun alınması-haksızlığa uğramak -hayvana ya da kadına şiddet 

[brechtgoeman]

Verilin Henry van de Velde Awards Het Journaal 30/01/2018

https://www.vrt.be/vrtnu/a-z/het-journaal/2018/het-journaal-d20180130-het-journaal-19u.ch.ac2d67c8-479d-45e2-a017-5283796cff65/

[sanctobin]

Verilin from Kortrijk, Belgium.

[wmtext]

Interior MAD Brussels by Verilin

[caxycreations]

To learn more about Aurum Verilin, what's their romantic and sexual orientation? What are their hobbies, their passions?

Aurum is, as many of his time were, biromantic and heteroflexible.

In noble families it was almost required one be, if nothing else, WILLING to partner with the same sex for the sake of the families, due to arranged marriages being used both to bind two families together for financial reasons or to merge a family line and therefore secure a longer-lasting legacy of the bloodlines.

And this was especially true in Sen, where Aurum grew up. As a result, the common folk believed it was "in style" to partner up with someone regardless of sex or gender.

Aurum, growing up in Sen, fits in well with this ideal. While others marry the same, or opposite sex, due to finding it "appropriate", he genuinely is romantically attracted to all genders, but is sexually attracted mostly to the female sex. He has however found himself sexually attracted to males in rare instances, hence the heteroflexible; he's particularly, mostly, attracted to females, but not exclusively.

[eldritch-sims]

Single dates / Josephine - (1/3) @pilinya

[hewwobrine]

( insp )

i keep forgetting i have, like, a decent amount of art i haven’t posted yet bcuz i did it on ibispaint and not my computer