#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.

[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.’

[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?"

[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

[maudlxne]

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

[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.

[rockwithu]

in   a   move   that   has   sent   shockwaves   through   the   formula   1   community,   yohan   rhee,   the   long-time   stalwart   of   mercedes-amg   petronas   formula   one   team,   has   officially   signed   with   scuderia   ferrari   for   the   upcoming   season.   rhee's   departure   from   mercedes   marks   the   end   of   a   successful   4-5   year   partnership   that   saw   him   become   one   of   the   most   formidable   competitors   on   the   grid.

however,   what   has   everyone   talking   isn't   just   rhee's   switch   to   ferrari,   but   the   fact   that   he   will   now   be   sharing   the   garage   with   none   other   than   his   rival,   beau   ahn.   the   two   have   had   a   tumultuous   relationship,   highlighted   by   an   on-track   collision   that   occurred   during   the   monaco   grand   prix   two   years   ago.   the   crash,   which   resulted   in   both   drivers   retiring   from   the   race,   sparked   a   heated   rivalry   that   has   played   out   both   on   and   off   the   track   ever   since.

with   rhee’s   move   to   ferrari,   the   dynamic   within   the   team   is   set   to   change   dramatically.   ferrari’s   team   principal   has   expressed   optimism,   stating   that   "the   competition   between   beau   and   yohan   will   drive   both   to   greater   heights."   however,   how   this   partnership   will   play   out   remains   a   significant   point   of   speculation.

we   reached   out   to   beau   ahn   for   a   comment.   when   asked   about   his   new   teammate,   ahn’s   response   was   as   blunt   as   it   gets:   “i   don’t   give   a   shit.   fuck   off.”

for   ferrari,   the   arrival   of   yohan   rhee   is   a   bold   move.   they   are   banking   on   the   combination   of   rhee’s   consistency   and   ahn’s   aggressive   flair   to   challenge   the   dominance   of   red   bull   and   other   top   teams.   the   potential   for   internal   conflict,   however,   is   a   risk   they   seem   willing   to   take.   only   time   will   tell   whether   ahn   and   rhee   can   bury   the   hatchet   and   channel   their   competitive   spirit   into   teamwork.

[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."

[orphanedshadow]

@spokewar asked: Offers her a vaguely interesting rock

It may have only been vaguely interesting to some, but to Kara, it was more than enough to almost bring a sad sort of smile to her face. There was a small vein of something running through it, one she recognized. A small brush with her thumb, and with the Force had that vein sparking to life with a dim yellow glow, one that brought the child some comfort. Her free hand moved to write, the other cradling the stone like a baby bird. “FROM HOME.” The rock was just like her, light-years away from Dathomir, and she supposed it too may never find its way back. “MAKES LIGHT IF ASKED.”

[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

[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.

[draconicfool]

     “ Don't y'have work t' do? What's got ya botherin' li'l ol' me again? ”

@lairofmuses || sc.

[wdwctrl]

@twcbelts asked " you keep saying and doing things like this, i might just end up pregnant. "

he might have a problem, and that was his need to keep his cock nestled within her walls, feeling the way she would fit so snug around him as he'd keep fucking up into her, keeping his seed right where the more feral side of himself wanted it. he had a deep desire to fill her up, have her round with his baby. he'd just murmured about stuffing her full when she spoke up, her words sending an almost primal urge through his veins though he knew she meant them mostly in jest.

she was pressed back to his chest, thighs spread wide to open her up for brutal thrusts. hand had encircled her throat as she finished speaking, not squeezing too tight but pressing just enough that she knew how fucking close he was to doing just that. his free hand slid down the front of pale torso, calloused digits finding her clit and circling in a teasing manner. "you'd love that wouldn't you, gatita? be round with my baby," there was a hint of dark need within his voice, the man damn near feral at the thought of her pregnant with his baby.

[shadovan]

@infernalxmachinery cont.:

Karlach looked down at the....elf? At least she thought he was an elf. He's elf-shaped in any case. Her tankard made a quiet thunk as it hit the bartop beside her. She had hoped going to the Mermaid on a quiet night would mean less people. She was sorely mistaken.

"You have no idea how bad of an idea I am, promise ya that."

Dammon had managed to get her stable but...she was still blistering anyone who managed to get too close. Thankfully not nearly as bad as a few months ago. She hadn't managed to set anything on fire recently, so that's a bonus.

Regardless, she was still lonely and most people avoided the giant tiefling like the spellplague.

Perhaps it hadn't been the most eloquent remark on the lich's part, but at least she hadn't veered away from the crass nature of it. Karlach wasn't the only one that people actively made to avoid, so her response intrigued him far more than it probably should have.

In his case, it was typically the lingering scent of musty graverot and the chilling presence that granted the lich a wide berth by the public.

"See, that's precisely the thing you shouldn't say to someone who's curiosity is too tempting for their own good," he pointed out with a widening smile.

Regardless of what developed from this, Tareque was never one to turn away pleasant conversation with a stranger. Even if by using lewd commentary as an ice-breaker. Hell, sometimes that was the most interesting way to strike up a meeting.