#verse 02;

[crystal-verse]

god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?

he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

i very heavily recommend

there for you (a duet)

over til it's over (a group song but he has a small solo, a duet part, and he leads the male group parts)

it's my time (a group song but he has a duet part, and you can hear him on the first chanty part)

from the lodge to any dbd fans (who haven't seen it already) who want to hear jayden's singing/rapping voice

time stamps under the cut for the last two if you need them

(these are from the soundtrack version btw but the scenes line up i'm pretty sure)

over til it's over: 0:19 - 0:23 (solo part), 0:40 - 0: 53 (group part 1), 1:05 - 1:09 (group part 2), 1:14 - 1:17 (duet part), 1:28 - 1:40 (group part 3), 1:52 - 1:55 (group part 4), 2:10 - 2:21 (group part 5), 2:33 - 2:36 (group part 6), 2:48 - 2:53 (group part 7)

it's my time: 0:01 - 0:14 (chant part), 1:39 - 1:55 (duet part)

[drekkavac-moving]

𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 - 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀.

like  this  post  for  a  shortish  starter  set  in  anya's  mafia  verse , where  her  family  works  and  deals  in  secrets  within  the  crime  community , as  well  as  various  money  laundering  jobs.

[huyaoxiaozi]

@feilien | PLOTTED STARTER.

       After Matt had disappeared through the window, Zane had simply finished packing his things—along with anything else stored there that could be important—and left the safe house for the last time. Of course he'd needed to designate it as compromised. The heir to the Black Dragon Clan knew about it, after all. Matt may have let Zane go, but he was clearly deepy suseptible to his clan's whims. Considering how bad it had ended up for him the last time he'd trusted Matt blindly, he wasn't about to make a mistake like that again.

       Regardless, after finally seeing him again after all this time, after gaining some certainty in whether or not Matt still felt anything for him ... Zane couldn't get the boy he still he'd once loved out of his head. All the various scenarios, all of the ways things could have ended, for better or worse, plagued his mind, and even his dreams. Matt's rich dark eyes haunted him and it was almost embarrassing how many times he found himself wondering what would've happened if he'd given into temptation. If he'd simply shoved Matt up against that wall again — but this time, to capture his lips with his own rather than pressing a blade to his throat.

       He thought of Matt's laybored breathing, his reactions at the slightest gestures, he thought of Matt's hands in Zane's hair, Matt's fingers curled into his jacket while he kissed like he was starving to death ...

       It would've resulted in getting gutted by those sharp blades of his, Zane often scolded himself. It was the possibility that he could be wrong that always brought the fantasy back with a vengeance.

       Zane kept a close watch on Matt now that he knew where he was and what he was doing. Most of the time, it was strictly business — but after catching just a glimpse of him training fucking shirtless once, he knew it could never be strictly business between them. When they were young, Matt had been skinnier; lean muscled and strong regardless, but at a glance, he'd always seemed a bit scrawny, until you looked closer.

       As an adult, he'd long since grown into his height, grew more muscle. He was still incredibly lean, but there was no chance you'd mistake him as scrawny anymore. Mercifully, he was thoroughly distracted by how that made him feel once he noticed the fresh wounds and bruises that adorned his bare skin, however.

       Zane knew battle wounds and, from what he could see, these were nothing like that. It looked as though Matt had simply let someone hurt him, over and over again — and, in a horrible flash, he thought, was this the consequences of letting him go? Of failing to neutralize the threat? Was he once again the reason for someone else's misery? Despite how hard he tried to convince himself that Matt's personal business was not his problem, he found himself climbing up to the roof of a building, his eyes keen as they swept over his surroundings ... until they settled on the back of a familiar figure.

Zane approached him cautiously, knowing full well that taking Matt by surprise could no doubt be lethal. He was still several feet away when he cleared his throat. ❝Still scaling rooftops, I see,❞ he rasped, his tone conveying a calm and casual demeanor that he very much did not feel.

[evilaffable]

@clearwinged: “what do you see when you look at me?” ( wyllstarion ♥ )

over the decades, astarion has become quite skilled at anticipating what a person wants to hear. wyll in this moment in particular isn't a mystery to him. a raw part of him prickles at how glum wyll has been lately all because he's sprouting a pair of infernal horns when astarion has been a monster much longer than that. but it's fresh and wyll's having trouble processing it, he does understand. astarion sighs. "a man, wyll. a sweet foolish one, at that, and my answer would be the same regardless of whether or not you were donning those infernal ornaments of yours. a rather dashing look, i'd say. and the people of the swords coast will see that in time," astarion reassures, handing him a bottle of arabellan dry. if he's going to mope about by the lakefront all by his lonesome, he might as well drown his sorrows while he's at it.

"now, are you done being an utter drip, or do you need more consolatory sense knocked into you? i'm not really the hero type, but we did something, well, heroic. so maybe celebrating isn't out of the question," he muses, shrugging his shoulders with a sly grin. as selfish as it was, astarion didn't want wyll to sulk out here all by himself because who knew when they'd have another opportunity to celebrate anything? even if it was just rescuing a bunch of snot-nosed tiefling thieves and refugees from the certain death of another goblin attack. they had a long journey ahead of them, made no less treacherous or easier after bouts of self-pity and brooding. astarion's been doing a bit of that himself.

[ad-venturism]

love kept me awake at night see, she's going mad too much happiness is mania the world opened like a clam to an unpredictable light

[eueclid]

MAERON TREVELYAN: A Summary.

Maeron is the beloved youngest son of Aerys and Amalthea Trevelyan, and the youngest of three. His eldest siblings, both sisters, were married off before he was born. Despite the great difference in age between them and the fact his parents were much older when he was born, Maeron was able to maintain a great relationship with his parents and sisters — that was until his mother was killed while traveling with him. His father, who was once loving, became melancholy and distant. As a result, Maeron became a worshipper of the Maker and picked up most of his father's duties which led him to attend the Divine Conclave — this event was one that would change his life.

SOME STATS:

He is an apostate mage. Similar to Hawke, his abilities were hidden so he wouldn't be sent to the circle and taken away from his family, who believed they finally found an heir in their new son. He was able to hide his growing powers, but they're common knowledge after he is announced as the Herald of Andraste and the Inquisitor.

Maeron supports mages, obviously. On top of his own being a mage and knowing the worst they have to offer, one of his nieces is a circle mage and he doesn't want the templars he's met being around her.

Maeron uses fire and ice magic and specializes in rift magic when he's able to find a teacher.

He's incredibly charismatic, but it's only recently that he's become so. This is because of his starting to take on his father's diplomatic abilities. When speaking to him one on one, Maeron is a little more reserved and even awkward at times.

His party typically includes Iron Bull, Varric, and Cole.

He loves to read. His favorites are romance novels, though he tends to read these in private to avoid being teased. In public, he reads typical fiction novels.

Maeron ends up falling in love with the Iron Bull during the events of the game. He keeps the Chargers safe due to his own attachment to them and their leader, and remains in contact with him after the events of Trespasser, mostly through letter while his company travels around. He is pansexual.

[cosmogyros]

People: "Music from 100 years ago must be so boring"

Me:

Lucille Bogan, "Shave 'Em Dry" (first recorded 1924)

[drkroots]

          open starter ( mutuals only ! )

               "If you've come in to point out the picketers, I'm well aware." Witch had to bite back the vitriolic disdain that wanted to spill from lips. "They've been here since seven in the morning and considering my apartment is upstairs... it's one hell of a way to wake up. I got half the mind to curse 'em but that wouldn't be too good for business in the public eye now, would it?" Small scoff. "Not that I've been doing it for years before hand or anything."

[abyssembraced]

@hymns-across-the-stars asked:

"You don't have to be evil any more than you have to be good. You can live a purr-fectly fine life without really being one or the other. And the fact you used to be a Dark Master doesn't need to mean anything anymore... unless that's what you choose to go back to." - gatomon to the reincarnated lil fuck

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Concealed in some bushes, Mushroomon stared at a particular group of eight Digimon, studying them from a distance.

He didn't get it. Even now, it just didn't make sense! Those DigiDestined humans and their partners... Cherrymon had said that he was lacking something, and whatever “it” was, they had it, and it was the reason he had lost to them. The reason he was so weak now.

Yet, watching all those partner Digimon, he didn't see anything that made them so special! They were just... Sitting around and talking! He could do that, too!! He had an entire army to talk to whenever he wanted when he was a Dark Master! He even played with them whenever he wanted, too! And they did everything he told them to! Talking wasn't special!!! 

But... They still killed him in the end. Cherrymon must have been onto something, as much as he hated to admit it.

Mushroomon clenched his fists.

It was so frustrating! The partner Digimon were right in front of him! What was he missing!? If only he were stronger, then he could march right up to those stupid Digimon and make them tell him the answer!

A voice from above broke him out of his thoughts. Scanning the treetops for its source, his eyes eventually fell upon... Her. 

He'd been spotted. 

Since when had she gotten here!? He glanced frantically between the Gatomon looking down on him from the tree and the rest of her blissfully ignorant group of friends out in the clearing. Sure enough, that little gathering indeed had only seven Digimon left in it, and the eighth was here with him.

And was... Talking to him?

Mushroomon looked away, fists still clenched, turning the other's words around in his mind.

“I want to be strong.” Being strong meant people listened to him. They tried to make him happy. They did what he said. They had to. “And I don't care what I have to do to get that way again!” ‘Good’? ‘Evil’? None of that mattered! Getting strong meant getting more data, and so what if that data came from other Digimon? If they died, it was their fault for being weak!

[threecfhearts]

❤️ NEUTRAL VERSES.

02. surface. ❤️ 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊𝖘.

eleven years after dragging themself through the barrier, frisk is prowling through life as though nothing matters other than where they will find their entertainment next. they never linger much at one job, or one relationship, or a singular home, and it is not less than twice that they have changed identity, either. what is their purpose? that is a good question for another time. for now, they are far too busy evading the ever-present GUILT in their chest -- and over their shoulder, in the form of a see-through child who misses their home incredibly vocally, or through drawn-out stares laden with judgement.

02. return. ❤️ 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗.

it is about time the humans did something, thought the humans collectively, over their television screens and news articles. with two more disappearances on Mt Ebott in the recent months, there are no more excuses in not investigating the area further. whatever is up there, be it wild animals or whatever else, is going to be a threat no longer after local authorities identify the issue, and possibly bring light to decades-long missing person cases.

frisk argued with chara for three entire days before the older human was convinced to return to the mountain. warning the monsters was the least they could do.

the queen seems to have returned, but compromises have been made -- all humans who fall underground will be judged in the newly-established courtroom, and if proven innocent, shall be closely monitored by the Royal Guard, lest there is another... careless incident.

so frisk shall be judged, indeed. thrown into the dungeon the moment they were spotted, awaiting their likely doomed trial with nothing but the company of a ghost and a pair of furry guards, all frisk can do is think: why on earth did they attempt something as stupid as this?

[heartpunished]

@diviningtime said: ❛  care to explain?  ❜

          three word sentence starters

               When spoken to, demeanour was almost cat-like as he looked up from half eaten and unidentifiable small animal corpse, dried blood smeared over lower half of face with head tilted. Eye contact remained direct, the baring of teeth and flaring of nostrils before he rose to stand. Sake for blood and gore that he surrounded himself by, he appeared totally and completely boringly human, except for how he moved. One could easily assume the man had been raised by the likes of bears, but maybe someone with precognitive gifts could see just what parts he was missing, both physically and mentally.

Top row of blunt human teeth were licked with tongue before speaking, a not so subtle indication of the discomfort this weakened pathetic form gave the monster.

"I was hungry so I ate." Words that came from mouth didn't sound like his own and the discomfort and unfamiliarity of it all caused weak excuse of a grumble to sit in throat, this slight sign of aggression being aimed at the other.

[drekkavac-moving]

𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝘿  𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍  𝙁𝙊𝙍  @amarvelousmencgerie.

" i've  got  two  guys  i  gotta  figure  out  what  to  deal  with , "    a  tired  sigh  left  anya  as  she  looked  over   the  mess  that  was  her  desk  in  her  home  office  of  her  stateside  estate.  she  would  have  dealt  with  this  back  at  the  club.  she  preferred  handing  business  away  from  home , but  this  needed  to  be  setlled  before  she  got  on  the  jet  for  europe.  she  made  a  habit  of  not  spending  too  much  time  in  the  states.  and  while  due  to  her  impressive  acting  skills  and  commitment  to  the  ' american  act '  while  she  was  here ... she  much  preferred  when  she  could  return  home.

she  looked  back  up  from  the  piles  of  photos  as  evidence  to  her  two  new  guys  royal  fuck  up  that  was  now  going  to  effect  not  only  her  operation , but  the  one  that  her  dear  friend  kara  took  part  in.  this  mess  was  more  trouble  than  anything  else , which  really  only  left  one  option.  she  did  operate  on  a  bit  of  a  pass  fail  policy ... most  of  the  time.  there  were  the  spare  few  that  had  managed  to  get  a  second  chance ... but  sadly  they  hadn't  managed  to  impress  enough  initially  to  earn  such  a  second  chance.

" which  is  gonna  push  off  our  flight  to  paris  before  the  estate  a  few  hours. "    another  tired  sigh  left  her  as  she  straightened  up  in  her  chair , reaching  for  the  decorative  glass of  vodka  and  taking  a  long  drink  from  the  liquor.    " the  other  boys  said  they'd  handle  it  but ... "    kara  had  been  one  she  confided  in  about  this  stuff.  proven  to  be  a  well  trusted  friend  to  the  family.  now  if  only  she  could  get  her  to  come  work  as  her  business  rep  and  right  hand.

[izzyizumi]

Digimon Adventure 02 ~ {United States of America Chosen} ~ {Personal} Favorite Supporting Character{s} Steve & Frigimon {+Bonus New York Chosen Children Group} + Daisuke Motomiya + Mimi Tachikawa (+Satoe & Keisuke Tachikawa) & Michael (also technically a U.S. Chosen) "We couldn't have done it without you {Daisuke}." - Steve

Image usage rules + original commentary under the ‘read more’! {Along with another, not Steve specific, but maybe significant "Kizuna spoiler"}

"...That was on December 25th at 3 A.M., local time." (Narrator)

Notes: In the books released post-series production and 02's conclusion, Steve was revealed to be the very first confirmed Jewish American Chosen Child, a significant step forward for the Digimon franchise, as it acknowledged the Jewish community living in real-world America.

Because Steve is Jewish, Steve would have been personally celebrating Hanukkah that year, not Christmas (hence I left out the last subtitle referencing Christmas to prevent confusion).

Chanukah in 2002, when 02 officially takes place, however, was November 29th ~ December 7th, and these scenes took place closer to Dec. 25th (early 3 A.M.). But that doesn't mean Steve, as a Jewish American, wouldn’t have noted Hanukkah (or Chanukah) at all earlier that year, and it’s good to note that when we're discussing potentials of 02′s “real-world based” “timeline”!

(Basically, what Steve is doing here is joining in on, via being invited by being a Chosen Child who is able and willing to help, an Interfaith gathering of individuals that was originally meant to simply send corrupted by virus Digimon back into the Digital World, and was not actually a "holiday" focused gathering initially!) :) {If Steve joins them after the fact is unknown, but either way, Steve would have to be invited and it would have to be acknowledged that Steve as an individual does not celebrate Christmas religiously.}

In the scenes above, Steve is one of only two U.S. Chosen that are also given spoken lines to personally thank and acknowledge Daisuke Motomiya's help (along with the rest, but also specifying Daisuke). {Michael aside, as even Michael doesn't get to comment verbally.}

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BONUS:

^ Though Steve can't be seen clearly in the shot, in the 'gathering' of Chosen Children including many International ones, a Frigimon can very clearly be seen on left. As other Chosen from the World Tour are included here, it is almost defintely Steve's Frigimon, and either Steve is somewhere in the background but off-screen, or Steve and Frigimon were somehow separated...

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[wiedzm1n]

@wulfmaed   said   :   ❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜   🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

what  was  this?  the  witcher  turned  his  head,  creasing  his  brows  and  narrowing  his  eyes  as  he  peered  over  at  sansa  as  she  lay  between  the comfort  of  a  thick  woolen  blanket  and  a  bed  — the  only  bed  in  existence  as  they  made  their  stop  to  rest  at  yet  another  seemingly  abandoned  home.  not  only  did  geralt surrender  the  luxury  to  her,  but  he insisted  that  she  take  the  bed.  after  all  —  although  there  had  been no  present  dangers  in  some  miles  now  —  someone  had  to  keep  watch,  and  geralt  was  glad  to  do  it. he  was  built  for  it.

and  although  he  had  been well  trained  to  always expect  the  unexpected,  a  kiss  good  night  was  certainly  a  suggestion  that  went far  beyond  anything  else  that  could  have  been  unexpected.

❝      surely  you  have  some  more  mercy  in  you  than  to  suggest  such  a  thing.       ❞       the  tone  he  used  and  the  way  that  his  lips  slowly  curved  into  a  slight  smile  left  no  doubt  of  the  playfulness  in  his  words.

in  fact,  he  was  already  closing  the  small  gap  between  them,  hovering  his  large  frame  over  hers  as  he  sat  on  a  vacant  spot  at  the  edge  of  the  bed,  moving  to  bring  his  face  closer  to  hers.  it  wasn’t  so  much  that  he  felt  obligated  to  grant  her  request,  but  there  was  also  a  part  of  him  that  wanted  this.  but  what  kind  of  a  noble  lady  would  ever  ask  such  a  thing  of  a  witcher?

but  for  reasons  in  which  geralt  still  could  not  bring  himself  to  understand, sansa  was  different;  more courteous  than  he  truly  even  deserved.  he  could  still  remember  how  she  had  thanked  him;  his  heart  still burning  madly  at  the  memory.  she  made  him  feel  decent; made  him  feel  human  in  ways  that  no  one  has  ever  done  before.

and  what’s  more,  if  she  with  even  slightly  repulsed  by  the  yellow  slitted  eyes  of the  mutant,  the  gruesome  scars  on  his  face,  or  the  stink  of  his  clothes,  then she  gave  no  sign  of  it.  she  didn’t  flinch,  nor  cower  away  when  he  leaned  down  far  enough  to  softly  press  his  rough  lips  on  her  softer  and  delicate  pair.  he  didn’t  even  take  the  time  to  consider  the  socially  wrongness  of  what  he  was  doing.  everything  else  be  damned,  this  was  what  he  wanted.

❝        sleep  well,       ❞       his  voice  was  delivered  in  a  soft  whisper  as  he  retracted  his  face  from  hers.      ❝       i’ll  make  sure  that  you  can.       ❞

[brooklynbred]

"Hey, sweetheart," Bucky was sure to keep his voice down as he moved further into their shared bedroom. He had an ice pack wrapped in a soft hand-towel, and he moved to where Steve was laying down in bed. The headache had snuck up on the blonde. Something that happened more often since the serum had been neutralized. "Ya feelin' any better?" UNPROMPTED ASK. // @vintertsarn.

Steve  had  been ... Making  VALIANT  attempts  to  adjust  to  the  new  life  he  was  living  since  whatever  had  happened  to  neutralize  the  serum  that  pumped  through  Steve's  veins.  Curing  him  of  what  had  been  something  that  always  THREATENED  to  take  him  from  the  ones  he  loved.  The  serum  he  thought  for  a  long  time  was  what  made  him  Captain  America.  The  man  he  thought  he  needed  to  be  for  people  to  believe  in  him  had  been  taken  away  from  him ... And  for  once  he  was  starting  to  see  just  how  much  he  had  come  to  RELY  on  that  strength  the  serum  had  given  him.  It  was  only  because  of  people  like  Bucky , Nat , Steve  and  the  kids , that  he  was  able  to  make  the  amount  of  PROGRESS  with  accepting  his  current  state  as  well  as  he  had.

That  didn't  do  jack  shit  to  keep  the  bad  pain  days  from  being  just  that ... BAD.  He'd  started  off  the  morning  actually  feeling  okay.  Managing  to  come  out  to  the  kitchen  and  actually  sit  down  for  breakfast  with  the  family , and  only  when  he  decided  he  was  up  for  chores , that  the  MIGRAINE  had  hit.  He'd  experienced  migraines  even  after  he  had  gotten  the  serum ... But  it  took  a  lot  more  to  knock  him  out , or  for  the  fatigue  to  hit  him.  Whereas  when  this  one  had  hit ... Steve  was  knocked  DOWN  for  the  COUNT.

He  didn't  have  to  be  knocked  down  alone  though.  Bucky  was  right  there , as  he  always  had  been  to  help  pick  him  up , and  get  him  BACK  on  his  feet.  However  long  that  took  them.  In  a  way , it  was  nice  to  fall  into  something  FAMILIAR ... but  it  was  also  FRUSTRATING  given  the  life  he  had  lived  just  before  not  too  long  ago.  He'd  been  DRIFTING  around  the  concept  of  sleep , when  Bucky's  voice  made  him  stir  a  little  in  the  darkened  room.  He  smiled  and  his  concern , which  was  MORE  than  what  he  had  been  the  case  an  hour  ago.    " I  can  open  my  eyes  without  wantin  t'vomit.  That's  a  good  sign  I  suppose. "    Slowly , he  sat  up  in  the  bed , not  to  be  fully  sitting , but  enough  to  be  able  to  LOOK  at  Bucky  properly.  He  took  the  ice  pack  in  hand , sighing  when  he  put  it  to  his  head.    " Almost  forgot  how  much  these  things  really  throw  ya. "    He  tried  to  laugh  off  sarcastically.