#verse (PENDING).

[unitleada]

The alarms. That incessant whirring, god, what an awful sound. It gnawed at her thoughts, the proverbial toll of a death knell, replacing her usual level-headed cool with real proper fear, anger, pain.This wasn't the field. They hadn't willingly gone out to meet an alien threat with a clear line of sight on its approach. The enemy had come to their door instead. Worse, it had done so without warning. Diligent to the end, the agents posted at the front entrance had given their lives to get the message to her, and while those precious few minutes couldn't stop the ensuing slaughter, there was no doubt that without their sacrifice, many many more would have fallen instead. But she had no time to dwell on that now. Not when every second counted. Her hand seemed to move off its own accord, like a trance, switching her earpiece back on. A gentle click! issued from the device, followed by her voice over the speakers.

❝ Attention all UNIT personnel, this is your commander in chief speaking! This building is currently under attack from an unknown external threat, I repeat, we are under attack. I am now initiating emergency protocol 17. You are all to follow this order to the absolute. ❞ A secondary click! and the microphone was muted. Kate paused to expel a breath she had been holding and perhaps, an unsaid message ....Good luck and godspeed.

Her firearm extracted, Kate was already halfway to the door when it swung open wildly, careening back against its hinges with an almighty screech! On instinct, she raised the gun. But no sooner had she done so, she found herself lowering the weapon once more as her eyes settled upon another familiar pair. The look on Edward's face could've chilled her to the bone, if she wasn't already. . ❝ What. What is it? Edward, tell me!? ❞

@strtravels

[just-death]

Under construction, naturally.

[lex-cursus]

Dilf(she/they)

A woman you can trust with a spear.

[originemesis]

@sixwingedmercy (-from @bel)

"...so- how's the finger food?" Considering the fact there's a plate of suspiciously finger shaped nuggets set out for the crafts club to get their snack on, anyone might have mistaken the prod of a question as an attempt to stir up a snicker, but the sincerity (if not dead panned intonation) of his mulling suggested otherwise. Granted, his own fingers are busy fiddling with a few seraphim feathers found molted on the floor and sporting the same opalescent sheen of the club's craft conductor.

"Did you know..." He continued with an apple bright crisp to the sentiment - summoned with a half smile as he tied the feathers with a strand of yarn. "-that whales actually have fingers?" Yes- the celestial ones too. Fanning his out for demonstration, Abel waited until the sound of a nearby mortal souled club member gagging interrupted the train of thought conjured by flexing his fingers at the platter before turning a golden gaze over to the small seraphim, a curious blink befalling her.

"My bad for running so late to Creation class, by the way...there was this really interesting shimmer that caught my eye down a manhole-" A shrug as he passed off the notion of explaining his initial excitement of maybe happening upon some undocumented heaven creature skulking under the streets with eyes that gleamed and glinted like some subterranean winged rat-

"Pretty sure it was just a chunk of road, though." Golden and all... technically it would have made a nice addition to any arts and crafts project.

[bxrningembers]

"I assume you're here for a reason. What do you want from me?" (Vox to Pentious!)

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 21

"Ssstraight to business then. I can appreciate that. Indeed, I wish to discuss a little matter of the purchase of 500 Veesbas. Unfortunately your online ssstore would not let me purchase that many ssso came directly to purchase them." He stated casually. What he planned to do with 500 of Hell's version of a Roomba was anyone's guess but it likely wasn't for a conventional use.

[aamaranthiine]

( continued from here, for @astralysies Mitsuri )

Amalthea's expression is one of mild amusement at having caught Mitsuri staring at her, which is not an uncommon reaction upon initial encounter. Either people stared and said nothing, or fumbled over their words to try and flatter her further. But she receives it all with grace and an underlying sense of agreement; of course she knew she was beautiful.

"I wont hold it against you," is her cool response, "no need for apologies. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mitsuri-san." A slight incline of a bow, lips curved with a faint smile. "Did you come here for the new years celebration? The Year of the Dragon is foretold to be quite auspicious." Thea remarks conversationally, as the locale is rife with red and gold decorations to celebrate the turn of the year.

[soulsbetrayed]

Netzach does have a HSR verse in where he is a Pathstrider of Nihility of the Wind element. He is hilariously in the role of an on-site disaster relief medic and due to the negligence of his superiors has grown sick of his job. Some of the finer details are pending

[demcnsinmymind]

@birdonawiresara​ sent: [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place | From the depths of my meme tag | Always Open!

Despite what it must look like from the outside, technically, none of this is exactly very new to him, or dangerous, or worrying at all. And technically, Lance knows what this is all about, too. Especially given his history.

No, his life is not really in severe danger right now. No one is out to kill him, or trap him, or hurt him, or do....pretty much anything to him. None of the people surrounding him even know him and they’re just that - normal people. This is just what it is - a panic attack. One of many he’s had ever since...well, to be honest, he doesn’t even know anymore.

But still. Despite knowing that this fear is not real, that he’s not in danger, it’s entirely overwhelming. Because this time, it isn’t happening somewhere in a quiet and empty hotel room, in the middle of the night when he’s by himself - it is happening in broad daylight, and in public at that.

He tries his best to weave himself out of the crowd, even if it’s exactly this crowd which is making it worse. People brushing up against him on their way past him, not even caring or looking. All that talking, thunderously loud and sounding fake, like an intrusive hallucination even though it’s all real. He barely even registers when he makes it over to a wall, places his arm against it and then rests his forehead against his skin. Staring at the ground while trying to calm himself down. Steady breaths, positive thoughts. Steady breaths, positive thoughts...

Shit. It’s not working.

It’s so overwhelming that he barely even registers when someone turns up right beside him, says something he cannot even hear past the pounding of his heart in his chest. He just flinches a bit and starts moving out of the way, not yet able to look them in the eye.

“This your place? Sorry, didn’t mean to block your path there” he replies to whatever they’ve said, hoping it’s enough to keep them away, soothe them, render them happy, or whatever it is that they need.

[wise-innocence]

Bob the bangboo will give the sneaky, suspicious trespasser a kiss on her boo-boo as an apology for the earlier assault. (Basil told them to apologize)

...Apology accepted! She was searching for how to dismantle the bangboo after such a vicious attack but this made up for it.

"You won't catch me next time, I'll be sure of it!"

[askganondorftobadragmire]

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training // (Self indulgent meme!) From Urbosa!

With the frequency of it, Ganondorf should've been used to being pinned to a wall with a blade to his neck. Yet here he is, watching the Gerudo more curiously than anything else.

"May I ask why I have received such a warm welcome, sister?" It's a little more sarcastic than he meant, but at least there's no ire in his tone.

[unitleada]

❝ No, no it's nothing at all, really. Just this case. ❞ She sighed, hand settling upon her right temple, hiding her face from view. For a brief second every pressing concern, every crisis on her plate, professional, personal ( and the inevitable mix of both, ) ceased to exist, and she could breathe again. Dimly, she was aware that Edward was still standing there. the thought was oddly comforting. She couldn't quite articulate why. But she couldn't exactly let him stand there all night either. Kate expelled another breath and whatever brief spell had come over her vanished in an instant, pulling her hand away to offer a small smile. ❝ Maybe I simply need a fresh pair of eyes. Have you got a minute to spare? ❞

@strtravels / accepting

[divineprank]

Somedays, running around in animal form without a care in the world is fun. Right now, he regrets it immensely. He never meant to trespass into the Demon King's space, but as luck would have it, the white and black wolf almost ran head-first into him. He barely manages to dodge, though he trips and tumbles to the ground. The creature manages to get up before a soft blue light flickers off his fur, consuming him in a flash. Instead of the canine, a Hylian stands covered in a red shirt, black pants, and darker red boots with a half-heart necklace.

Petrified, he takes a breath in (there is a slight struggle with the intake; seeming like there is something tightly tucked around his chest) before apologizing, "I'm so sorry for intruding! I don't mean anything by it; I just got lost." {From @thunderoustransmuter}

With a calculated stride, Ganondorf leads his loyal troupe of Gerudo guards through the countryside that they have been newly welcomed into, their presence like an unyielding force of nature traversing the vast expanse of the land. The sound of hooves resonates in harmony, a symphony of power and determination, as the few horses carry some of the women forward with grace and precision.

The desert warriors, adorned in their distinctive desert attire -- some complete with shaved or wildly spiked hair -- radiate an aura of confidence and unwavering loyalty. Each step they take is deliberate, their movements synchronized, a testament to their rigorous training and unwavering discipline. Their confident forms stand tall and proud, their eyes sharp and vigilant, ever watchful of their surroundings.

At the forefront of the procession, Ganondorf strides with an air of unparalleled authority and command. His towering stature creates a dark presence, casting a long, imposing shadow that seems to stretch across the land. Every step he takes resonates with power, leaving an indelible mark on the ground beneath his feet.

Adorned in fine jewelry that glimmers in the sunlight, the Gerudo King exudes an aura of regality and opulence. Every golden link, carefully selected and intricately crafted, serve as symbols of his status and influence within his homeland. They accentuate his commanding presence, catching the light and adding a touch of ethereal splendor to his appearance. His black, royal voe robe drapes gracefully over his broad frame, flowing with an effortless elegance as he walks through the pristine landscapes of Hyrule. The deep, solemn obsidian of his attire resonate with a sense of regality. Ganondorf eschews the confines of footwear as he traverses the natural terrain of Hyrule; feet covered by a binding wrapped only around each arch. The bareness of his feet serves as a testament to his unyielding spirit. Each step he takes, whether on lush meadows, rugged mountainsides, or scalding oceans of sand, echoes with a primal energy of power and tradition.

As the Gerudo venture through the depths of a lush forest, a symphony of nature's melodies surrounds them. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy above, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor where verdant moss and soft undergrowth cushion their every step. Amidst this idyllic setting, the sounds of their progress mingle harmoniously with the forest's natural chorus. The rhythmic footfalls of the Gerudo guards and the clopping of horse hooves create a steady cadence, blending with the gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional trill of birdsong.

Suddenly, amidst the serene ambiance, a distant galloping sound reaches the keen ears of the Gerudo and their king. The rhythmic beating against the earth and rustling of grass growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment. Ganondorf recognizes the impending danger and acts swiftly. His heightened instincts and trained perception guide him as he reacts with a commanding gesture, throwing his arm out in front of his loyal troupe: a signal that simultaneously shields them from harm and commands their immediate halt. The horses among them respond obediently, their powerful strides yielding to their leader. As the Gerudo male extends his arm in a protective stance, the white-and-black wolf hurtles toward the Gerudo troupe with alarming speed. The forest holds its breath, anticipating the imminent collision. But fate has a different plan as the wolf twists and contorts mid-air, narrowly avoiding impact with the King of the Gerudo.

Despite their astonishment and curiosity, the Gerudo accompanying their leader, trained to react swiftly to potential threats, spring into action. With the reflexes of seasoned warriors, they surge forward, their weapons drawn and poised to defend their king. The clashing of metal and the sound of determined footsteps fill the air as they close the distance between themselves and the transformed Hylian.

The Gerudo King remains unshaken, even as the unexpected transformation unfolds before the group. With a depth of knowledge rooted in his heritage, he remains unsurprised by the spectacle that has unfolded. Born of two witches, his mothers Koume and Kotake, Ganondorf has been immersed in the secrets of transformative magic from a young age. The concept of shape-shifting and metamorphosis is not foreign to him, unlike many of his accompanying guards.

As the Hylian rises from the forest floor, clad in vibrant attire and adorned with a half-heart necklace, Ganondorf's gaze holds steady, reflecting an acceptance that stems from his intimate knowledge of the mystical arts. The astonishment displayed by others finds no place within the depths of his soul. Instead, he embodies a sense of familiarity, a deep understanding of the arcane forces at play. In this moment, Ganondorf's unyielding presence radiates an aura of acceptance, his measured demeanor mirroring the depths of his knowledge. While his sisters may grapple with surprise and curiosity, the King of the Gerudo remains anchored in a realm where transformative magic is not a mere spectacle but an intrinsic part of his reality.

There is a slight pause as Ganondorf's gaze moves through the sea of his guards, narrowing on the Hylian after they scramble to explain themselves, keen on the stranger's curled-in stance. Then, with a calculated air of acknowledgement, he finally speaks.

"Deem this a lesson learned," Ganondorf's voice threaded with sternness. "Take heed of the paths you tread and the boundaries you cross." Robed arm gestures outwards, "these untamed wilds may hold mysteries and wonders, but they demand respect and caution in equal measure."

"I will consider accepting your apology. But first, you must explain the nature of the transformation that my uninitiated sisters have just witnessed."

[mando-of-esverr]

what about Thor, or the Valkyrie lady, they aren't so terrifying

of course, I think the jury is still out on whether they count as aliens mistaken for gods or actual deities

“Well, Thor and them are different,” he said, looking up at the Gray. “Gods or not, they do things themselves and are no less terrifying than facing down any other superhero. These gods with Avatars on the other hand? They’re much more terrifying. Why? Because people like you and me can’t kill them. Supers? You just have to know what you’re doing. These guys? They’ll screw you up from whatever planes of existence they’re on, and you can’t do anything about it.”

Darius looked down the sights of his Glock before holstering it with a satisfied nod.

“And that’s why I’ll take supers over dealing with whatever ancient deities and ‘avatars’. Just ain’t no place for normies like me.”

[sprnkles]

open to: mutuals only pls. m/f/nb

connection: best friend, lover, coworker, anything really.

plot: it's your muses's birthday, and rhiannon wanted to make it special

with a delicate touch, she plunges a red-striped wax candle into the heavy layer of icing. the circle of candles now complete, rhiannon gives herself a proud little smile. she's not the best baker in the world, but she truly outdid herself with this one.

carefully, she hoists the cake stand up in her hands and slowly makes her way into the dimly lit dining room. a few balloons hang lazily in the corners, making rubbery sounds when they collide. a confetti-patterned tablecloth protects the wood from spilled soda and sugar. in one pulled-out chair, presents form a small mountain.

rhiannon sets the cake down before them and pulls out a matchbook. when the candles are lit, everyone begins to sing happy birthday.

she could get lost in this forever - a sea of love. happy voices soaring into bubbly air, throats coated with sweet beverages and soon, icing and cake. but most of all, she could get lost in their face. illuminated by tiny flickers of fire, cheeks flushed with the excitement that came with a birthday, they look glorious. when their eyes meet, and they blow out the candles, she smiles so hard her cheeks ache.

[ask-the-boogeyman]

( @ask-organized-chaos )

Ren sent over a signed and handmade card decorated with watercolor flowers reading “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Staring at the other, he then stares at the card before pursing his masked lips. 'Happy Valentine's Day'? The holiday is just another day to him as far as he is concerned, but the card is tucked in his coveralls as he trudges back inside. It was handmade, he could see that much, and once he's in and behind closed doors? Michael takes the time of putting it on his dresser, returning to his duties.

It was... thoughtful, he supposed. Not many would take the time to do this prior in his life, so he can at the very least keep the card; Even if he doesn't understand it.

@ask-organized-chaos

[nebula-drcams]

   Honestly, if anything, that makes it sound like a murder, but it's also amusing in a sense. People only hear of horror stories like this, or see it on screen, but this was reality and not something you could figure out the answer to right away.

   You know what, Yuki's not wrong. It does make things spookier, and for anyone else they might go running, or fear for their lives. Then again, Nimue's interest in things like these was certainly dangerous, mostly regarding her own safety.

" Schrodinger's cat, yeah, I get what you mean. Certainly a hell of a way to remain innocent too seeing as if they were never seen again, and with no proof of a body to confirm it, they can't even say the person's really missing or not. "

   There's a small hum as she crosses her arms over her chest.

" So your fangs, they real? Or is that another secret you're going to keep? "

   Yuki lets out a little giggle that might be adorable if it didn’t come out of her fanged smile immediately after dropping such a morbid story.  “Yuki wonders,” she says in a singsong voice, twisting back and forth at the waist as she swings her arms.  Truthfully, Yuki has never killed anyone, but of all the people in town, she would probably be voted the most likely to do so.

   “That would take all the fun out of the mystery!”  Her eyes glitter in the moonlight like pink garnet.  “If they’re never heard from again, they’re both alive and dead, like that cat in the box, and that’s way spookier than having a concrete answer, don’t you think?”  She would never bog her horror down with frivolous things like details.