#verse tag pending!

[gcldfanged]

@setirophx

Getting from Midgar to Junon had been a stressful endeavor, requiring assets such as falsified documentation and passports- New identities they had to memorize and manage to seamlessly obfuscate. Jae’s cover story had been easy enough, a simple name switch and a fake occupation. Immigrants from Wutai and Haneul typically had dual citizenship, so it wasn’t a massive stretch. Sephiroth and the child, on the other hand, had been more difficult. It wasn’t just a matter of cutting and dying hair, they had uniquely colored eyes to boot- Not to mention the former General couldn’t exactly pass himself off as any other eight to five salaryman.

The worst of it was behind them, they’d managed to get through to Yoon’s nation of origin. Shinra still had its industrial claws sucking the land dry of naturally rich deposits of mako, but they would not be risking a life in the capital city. The Turk took them further in the north along the various streams and rivers branching from the sprawling mountain range. Flat grassy planes and fertile hills began to give way to steppes and rocks. But they remained along the borders at the feet of the jutting dragon’s spine of cliffs along the peninsula, where the forest was dense. Game and flora would be more abundant there.

It took some time even by truck and Al was clearly growing rather disenchanted with how windy it was in comparison to the sunny shores of Junon or mild weather of Midgar. 

“I think this might be it,” Jae finally spoke, stepping out of the pick up. Ancient slices of tree trunks made a meandering pathway to a large house, clearly abandoned and in a questionable state. He was surprised that it was still standing, to be honest.

Al glanced around, looking less than impressed as he clung to Sephiroth’s leg.

“When are we going to go back?” the child asked, fidgeting in an anxious and unsure manner.

“This is going to be our home, Al. I grew up in this house when I was about your age,” he answered, feeling a strange mixture of nostalgic familiarity yet also awareness of the passage of time. It was still on the cusp between the end of summer and the start of fall, so the foliage was alive and vibrant green, trumpet vines and creeping ivy overtaking everything.

“Good thing winter hasn’t kicked in yet, or it’d all be snow.”

The nearest trading outpost wasn’t too far away, a small village a couple miles south. They could rely on dry goods and canned food for now, but when they had to contend with day long blizzards and low visibility, hunting would be their only source of steady food in addition to preserving grown vegetables during the fairer times of the year.

“Just keep your shoes on, I have no idea what kind of nasty bugs have probably been shacking up here. We get everything- Huntsman spiders, house centipedes, geckos- At least the geckos are cute.”

The hanok is mostly wood, stone, and earth, with sliding screen doors lined with additional panes of glass. Most of them were broken or cracked from wear and weather. The floors were heated via water boiler, but there was also a gudeul system for cooking and heating via firewood. There was a bathing area inside the house that required heat as well, but the bathroom was in a shed a couple steps away. A large gas generator was housed in a shed to run appliances and electricity, though they usually saved energy and relied on the gudeul in the wintertime.

“I’ll have find someone in the village to check the ondol system, since carbon monoxide poisoning is an issue if you don’t know what you’re doing… The generator seems okay, just dry. Water comes from wells and the mountain streams. Everything is totally overgrown, I’ll have to start over from the soil up if we want to have a garden.”

It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it wasn’t great, either.

“We could make this work, but I’ll be honest- It’s going to be hard. We’re going to have to do ton of repairs while the weather’s still nice and winter prep is going to be… uh. Maybe we’ll just deal with that after we get the house in working order. What do you think…? No good?” he asks, looking over the place once more.

[mxthbladed]

@holyfurnace said: Royalty AU - Marriage Law - every royal must marry a commoner chosen by the advisor to keep the bloodlines clean (for Emily and Vaggie) Arranged Marriage Prompts

Of anyone that could've been chosen for the marriage law, she was the last person she could've thought of as being chosen. Yet, here was the royal guard, standing at her parents' door, asking for her to come with them as Princess Emily's chosen bride. As she was taken away, Agata glanced back to see her siblings at the window of their little cottage.

Once in the carriage and on the way to the castle, her heart was pounding. A woman in the carriage started to talk to her but Agata's thoughts were racing and she could only really listen, rather than speak in turn. As the woman said, when they arrived, Agata was immediately taken to a bath and scrubbed before being dressed in a beautiful gown, her hair being drawn up into an elegant bun. Once she was presentable, Agata was guided to the throne room and instructed to bow before Emily.

"Your highness, we have brought forth your bride from the village."

Agata's gaze raised hesitantly from the ground, glancing up to catch a proper look at Emily.

[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.’

[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?"

[shadovan]

@lcftyambiticns continued from here:

Lorroakan rarely left his tower —— why would he risk getting stabbed in the back by some lunatic when he had his minions assistants to run errands for him?

Today, however, his presence was required at the Counting House, and he was dead set on taking his frustrations out on the next innocent employee and letting them know that his VALUABLE TIME wasn't to be SQUANDERED.

He paused when he spotted yet another execution notice hanging on a wall. This city was truly going to the dogs...

' You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. '

Initially ignoring the voice, Lorroakan suddenly felt someone staring at him. Was HE being addressed? With a perplexed frown, he slowly turned his head.

What in the nine hells... The audacity of some people!!

The wizard blinked, taken aback and bewildered, as he gazed at the pale man who was shamelessly ogling him.

". . . . I beg your pardon??" He wasn't flattered ( perhaps a little ), but offended and felt his cheeks flushing.

"I suggest you cease gawking at me if you value your well-being," he snapped, distaste and disdain his voice; clearly flustered unnerved by the . . . unexpected attention.

His left eyebrow raised at the threat — or was it more self-defense on the other’s part? Both could be applicable depending on how the remark had been received. Perhaps his tone hadn't come across as he had expected.

"My well-being? I doubt you could do much to me," he said with a smile, a simple shrug of his shoulders while Tareque rested his arms on the table in front of him. It wasn't even a remark of arrogance, just simple fact. This form would be destroyed, but it would only come back stronger.

"Besides, it was a compliment," the lich added, gold eyes looking the man up and down without a hint of subtly. "But now you're looking at me like you just had a pointy stick shoved up your ass, so I may need to retract it."

He wouldn't. The sentiment was still accurate, but how dull would it be to simply walk away without causing more of a fuss? The fact was that Tareque was merely that damned bored, and Lorroakan was providing a pleasant view of a distraction from it.

[vinzred]

new thinblood malkavian boy Tag Wilson

[theoldsecretkeeper]

" hey , uh . margarine ? "

oh , it's creecher ! coming out of her hidey hole like the telltale annual groundhog , except the only portent she brings is .. apparently a pair of bickering italians . sorry . one italian and one very - not - italian - american .

.. wait who is that dude with peppino --

" got some sort of timeline issue . i figured you might be able to help with it . " one hand emerges from her hoodie pocket to jut a thumb back at the two .

Margarita was just window shopping again, she been doing that a bunch recently, i mean there were a BUNCH of neat things out there! She rarely got out to visit town in her own timeline so maybe-

" hey , uh . margarine ? "

Oh! Creech! No one else called her that nickname besides Creech!

"Yeah?-"

She turned around, thinking she would only see Creech, but she saw Sacch and.. who? That was someone she never seen before. She stared at the man bickering with Sacch, He looked weird and.. mean looking? Was that mean to say? What the hell were they all saying? She could hear Sacch's, this stranger, and Creech's voice but it was all just pass one ear and the other.

"C-can yall speak one at a time i-i can't focus with yall bickering. Please-"

@lultimagoccia & @crvptd

[maudlxne]

❝ You drink poison in front of somebody once and suddenly you're the problem. ❞

[muses0fgracie]

@pumpkinhcad liked! ( Accepting 2 more )

"I mean, I literally have a can of bear spray in my pocket, so it honestly just made me wonder; is this asshat seriously going to keep poking at me like this?"

Naya was in the process of ranting about something that had happened not too long ago to... er... to anyone who could've been watching, it would've looked like she was talking to the half of the bus stop that had a busted light, which had a comically thick shadow cast over the other half of the bench within it. Although, that was actually far from the truth, she was actually talking to someone in that shadow, conveniently hidden from the sight of anyone who would've looked over and seen what was up. And that would've continued until--

"AAAH--"

Something suddenly rushing over down the sidewalk at an almost-equally-cartoonish mach speeds and suddenly running into her legs was quick to knock her over, sending Naya tumbling down onto the ground while the presence she was talking to was quick to vanish to prevent themself from being seen or noticed.

After about ten whole seconds, Naya slowly sat up, rubbing her head, and looking towards the culprit-- some kind of kid in a pumpkin mask?

"Hey! What gives!? And watch where you're going!" she says in a voice that indicates she isn't happy, but not trying to sound outright mean.

[fancyfootwcrk]

@sewngold continued from [x]

    Inigo  listens…  Pondering  her  words.  He  didn't  think  she  fully  understood  what  he  had  meant  behind  his  words.  He  straightens  himself,  clearing  his  throat,  the  ripples  seen  across  the  water's  surface  as  he  does  so.

             ❝  Milady,  I  believe  you've  misunderstood  me.  I  speak  not  of  your  physical  well-being,  I  trust  you've  enough  power  to  take  care  of  yourself  &&  when  it  comes  to  properly  resting,  I've  observed  you  long  enough  to  know  that  you  rest  when  it  is  required…. 

                           However  what  I  speak  of,  is  more  of  the  matters  of  HEART  than  of  matters  of  physical  protection.  I've  watched  you  long  enough  to  realize  that  part  of  your  heart  has  been  hidden  away.  You  are  a  beautiful  woman,  dear  Aglaea,  it  simply  doesn't  sit  well  with  me  to  know  that  part  of  that  unfathomable  glory  is  hidden  away  beneath  a  shell.  ❞

    Perhaps  he  was  speaking  out  of  line  –  After  all,  he  was  just  a  mere  mortal,  caught  up  in  the  affairs  of  gods  &&  man  in  a  land  he  had  only  been  learning  about  during  his  time  staying  here  with  Caelus  &&  Dan  Heng.  He  just…  He  was  all  too  familiar  with  those  who  hid  their  emotions  behind  an  unwavering  sense  of  duty.

[sirenum-archived]

@el-perro-rabiosa tempted fate;

Darkness laid like a blanket over the Konni building, all was still and peaceful within those fortified walls, bar a few security guards, though their ranks were gradually being thinned by the dog prowling the corridors, until she finally made it to the high-security private apartment at the top of the building.

Deft hands worked away at the lock on the door, hidden in the shadows of night, until the door swung open, revealing a rather angry looking Makarov

."Ah... I told them stealth isn't my thing." Freya muttered, giving a light shrug as she stood to her full height, quirking an eyebrow as she looked up at the slightly taller man. "I expected you to be taller."

Makarov would look down at Freya his eyes not flickering a single ounce of emotion even after her callous words. He was tall enough in his eyes , plus it wasn't like height necessarily meant anything when one was trying to cause destruction and unleash horrors that would twist the most fragile of minds.

However this insect before him had been a pain in his side for far to long. A little bug that had taken more than it could chew and now shed face the consequences to her actions

" замолчи. Do not speak unless you're spoken to грызун. "

How Makarov wished to ring her neck right now. The audacity that she was here..attempting to break into his "home" was despicable. Repulsive and invasive.

He was the only one who should be allowed to break into the lives of others. The only one to destroy... so having someone attempt and fail painfully was repulsive and disgusting to him.

" you have one minute to explain before you get a bullet through your skull... or even I'll make it more fun. I will shoot both your shoulders and then plant the last one right between your pathetic eyes."

[gldngrrls]

chrissy never attends another school dance after wally dies her sophomore year. she was supposed to attend homecoming with him, but she never did. after that, she feels it’s disrespectful to his memory to attend. she does get asked every dance though, but she always says no and makes up an excuse. the only dance she contemplates going to is her senior prom, but she dies before she’s able to go.

[malkaleh]

🌈 + and OC of your choice <3

John Welles. Earl of Norwich. parcere subiectis et debellare superbos [spare the subjects, wage war against the proud]

such a beautiful boy - my sweet antinous, you were meant to lay against me, wrapped in nothing but fine silks

He’s intelligent, handsome, a dashing spy and courtier. Cultured, witty and well read. The perfect renaissance man, much enamoured of the Empire of Rome. The Duke of Norfolk’s trusted agent and friend. A monster and a gentleman.

John Norwich is one of my Tudors OT3 verse OCs. He respects one (1) of these fuckers and that’s the Duke of Norfolk. He would love the dark academia classics aesthetic. He has plans within plans. He’s the monster haunting Thomas Cromwell’s nightmares, who took him age ten and never wanted to let go.

When he finds ‘his antinous’ at court, a favourite of the monarchs and as beautiful a man as he was as a child (to Norwich) he is determined to reclaim him. For is he not his slave, his property after all.

with so much thanks to @lemurious for giving me Norwich’s latin motto and @nocompromise-noregrets for being a friend and plotting partner <33333.

[gcldfanged]

#I keep thinking he will literally try to eat anything too #like that meme of the owner's hand like pulling the cat's head back from his cup noodles photo

H E L P

[sunlitmews]

@spokewar gets a starter from Ishtar:

"I know I've seen eyes like yours before. Stewjoni right? From that rim world with all those glowing mosses?" Better to keep conversations to such mundane things, instead of whatever crimes she may have committed that could have possibly brought a Jedi to her ship…or more precisely to the little stall she had set up on the dock.

"I have a little dried glow-root left, if you're looking for something from home. Though my journey-cubs cleared me out of most of it, good for the fangs, and little moon likes the texture." Yes, offering snacks was a good choice, no one needed to look for poisons, or misdeeds, nothing to see here. Just a normal Cathar merchant, selling assorted plants, with no assassination training, and definitely no room filled with so many toxins the very air could kill.

"I've definitely got some tea-moss somewhere, people generally don't look for it, so I don't run out too quick. Good thing too, it grows so slowly off-world."

[soulsbetrayed]

"Seriously, wasn't the whole demon swordsmith thing just a rumor spread by Tokugawa Ieyasu to cover his ass after his relatives got themselves killed by their stupidity and mishandling of them" the Pseudo Servant asked as she flexes her fingers.