#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.

[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.

[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.

[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."

[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

[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

[malkaleh]

Tudor What If: Anne Boleyn Has Sons

‘The birth of her first son Thomas and then four more boys (and two more daughters) changed history and changed the course of the world.’

[unitleada]

A duck out of water. That's it, the phrase she'd been looking for for a good part of thirty minutes now, hiding behind an uncharacteristically nervous smile and a mental rundown of all known exits. Her hand settled in one of his the moment they had a second alone, giving a reassuring squeeze that was enough for Edward as it was for herself. A murmur escaped the corner of her mouth, short, and exact. ❝... Completely under control. Yes, thank you darling. ❞ Christmas dinner. Oh, the apprehension of revelations yet to come.

@strtravels

[unitleada]

 ❝ Or perhaps, ❞ she countered, giving him her most severe stare.  ❝ Let's agree to not mince our words instead Captain Carter. ❞ Dear god. she could already feel the headache coming on and the conversation had barely begun.

❝ You were given an order you disagreed with. That's not the problem.... In fact, I can respect that. What I can't respect Josh, what I won't tolerate, is your failure to keep your superior informed of your decisions. ❞ 

Charging in headfirst by yourself was one thing. Willingly leading everyone into the thick of it without so much as a warning was another. After all was said and done, she still thought him to be a brilliant officer. Different to the rigid mindset that the old guard so loved to cling to, as if it was the handrails of a sinking ship and they were stubbornly refusing to jump. No. They should have a mind of their own instead. It was a good thing. But there were times she wondered...when was it too much?

@unitlead asked: “so you ‘tactically’ lied to me.”

"Lying is such an ugly term." Josh's eyes darting to the exit. It's never pleasant to be called into his superior's office, it's even worse when he has to answer directly to Kate. Being a square peg in a solid foundation apparently only gets him so far. Leading a team into the fray after explicitly telling Kate he would wait for her orders is clearly one bridge too far, especially when someone gets hurt. In his defense, he did manage to get everyone out alive and keep the aliens from attacking a major population centre.

"Let's just agree to say that I tactically misrepresented the truth to gain a strategic advantage."

[draconicfool]

     “ Oh shove it. ” He chuckled, leaning back in his seat to pull a cigarette from his coat. Amethyst eyes glancing up as he lit and took a drag from the item in question. An inhale before the smoke rolls from his mouth and he looks up at the ceiling. Other hand pushing his glasses away from his face and into his hair. “ Don't ask me that question. ”

     Underground doctor. Long nights. It was part of the routine. Always someone being brought into the back of the house. It was one of the reasons Eros was glad he lived where he did. Even if people saw all the people being ushered in, nobody was dumb enough to snitch him out to the cops. Most of the people around here were too poor to afford proper care in one of those fancy hospitals anyway. So letting the doctor be was in everyone's best interest. Especially when he didn't charge most people for his services unless they could afford to.

     “ Mhmm, ya and every other man that wants t' pick me up. ” As if it was just an average part of life at this point. Though, most people tended to be off put by those tired eyes and the attitude he took when they tried to get rowdy. “ Y'know I don't do house calls, right? I have too much on m'plate and too many people that could jus' show up. ‘sides, I gotta make some ’rounds in th' neighborhood later and make sure people have their medication. ”

@onikingitto || c.

[veloriaharmonia]

@honkaisteinrail

It had been early evening when Chessa got the call to come to the Outer Ring to treat a group attacked by bandits. It wasn't anything new for her, since she was one of the few willing to go out there who didn't already live out there, though she was told she'd need to keep things discreet.

Didn't need to tell her twice. She did recognize the women as she treated their wounds and checked for head injuries, but it wasn't her place to mention it.

Other than maybe a quick text to Tempera. But he could keep a secret, too.

She stayed in town after treating them, just talking with the locals and waiting to see how things went. When she spotted Lighter with one of them (and another nearby) she could see him saying something, then pointing to her and heading off on his way.

"How ya feeling?"