#verse tag tba ~

[godsbox]

the situation, the entire ordeal suited a means to an end, but it'd still sat wrong somehow, settled dense and damp like a wet blanket on a day he'd dug the toes of one shoe into the garden dirt, uprooted a dandelion and scuffed up the leather, wondered out loud with fists tucked into his pockets why he'd started feeling like the only shmuck showing up to these stuffy board meetings ( figured pulled strings and skimming the formality of having a real proper teaching license to flash might've saved him the workload of the job in question, but . . . no dice. snake eyes, money pit. ) it makes for a good opener out in the circle of familiar scrutiny, an unplaced feeling weaponized with palms open : ❝ you lot are all hemorrhaging associates, but i'm still your hardworking dog. ❞ 'for now' was good enough implied, dangling off satoru's sharpened incisors, a tap to his heart for good measure, ❝ so let's make sure to cooperate. ❞ still, in the choice between a full - bodied ally or the empty void of where they'd stood, it's tough to say this was the preferred way for things to go, even if, even if re - visits of the shit he wanted to end were more preventable this way, even if, even if it felt like a shame, a waste, a nagging prickle pulling on the ends of his hair and calcifying pressure behind the round of his eyes.

he'd had a couple years now to get used to it     that fresh emptiness. no shoulders left to brush against, left running a one - man race. he could wrap both hands around the feeling and strangle it silent, paint his smile wide with its insides and re - shuffle the cards at his immediate disposal, the ones folded up his sleeves, the ones in the backs of his shoes. could ( and would ! ) stifle the stench of a crappier day than usual with the abrupt spring in his step, the conception of an idea jingling in time with his targeted shop's tell - tale bell once he'd shuffled inside, plucked at his collar to waft in the cooler air and settled at a squat right and center at the display glass : cake. yeah, shit yeah, that was gonna make everything good again. brain food, take the sugar rush in both hands and soothe over whatever the hell was niggling like vapor over eyes just trying to scan the goods, like it was beyond the glass, a cursed signature, soft enough to miss, like it was . . . in the cake. baked in dough. like . . . nudging the frame of his glasses up with the pad of his thumb, satoru glanced up from his place near the floor, brow pinching, gaze threading through the glass to stick straight onto utahime. @shokansha

[thusaliar]

@asternovi: [ inspection ] Carlo inspects P for injuries after they fought a carcass together. "You have to be more careful..." ｡･ﾟﾟ･🦋 - from 🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

✧ ˚ · .

Turning back the time without Sophia wasn't a possibility for him anymore; if he got destroyed, it would be the end for him. Still, even knowing that, he was reckless in a fight. P could take a lot of damage and still get fixed, he was a puppet after all. His brother, on the other hand, was not. Perhaps he wasn't as human as he used to be, with everything that had happened to him, but Carlo's body was still much more fragile.

P huffed softly, letting Carlo check on the damage. One of the carcasses got too close, and P jumped between it and his brother. He defeated it in a matter of seconds, but it managed to hit just before that. With one eye closed due to some of the scratches landing uncomfortably close to it, P looked at his brother. The wound he was inspecting was much deeper than the scratches on his face.

"I'm fine." he said shortly, coming off a bit rougher than he intended. After all, he wasn't used to being taken care of like this. Up until Carlo woke up him, P always fought alone and took care of his damage alone. Having Carlo fuss over it was new and not unwelcome either. P simply didn't know how to react.

The damage the carcass managed to do luckily wasn't anything serious, but would still require taking care of. The equivalent of bleeding to death for a puppet would be the loss of oil that kept his body on and moving. He could shut down if he lost too much of it and that could be an issue. P reached for his belt but sighed when his hand landed on a discharged pulse cell. Well, that's unfortunate.

"I'm out of pulse cells." he admitted to his brother, looking away. Perhaps the odd feeling in his chest was shame or guilt. Requiring getting fixed and the lack of pulse cells would clearly slow them down now.

"Are you alright?" P finally asked, raising his hand to rest in on Carlo's shoulder, trying to draw his attention.

[muttakutagawa]

its going to be a long walk home

[truly-quirkless]

[@mxndjxcker || Because we are both filthy enablers (/lh).]

First day of school...Fin hadn't really been thinking too much about it, to be honest. Outside of hiding from the kids who went to do their first round of Hero course training, they'd mostly stayed away...until the final bell had rung, and they were all but sure a grand majority of the students had gone home. That was when they'd been wandering the halls of U. A.,...

And spotted a student, still in the halls. Their head tilted slightly, letting their pace increase from its moderately-slow walk to a more average speed.

"Kid? Whatcha still doin' on school grounds? Didn't th' bells ring...I'unno, an hour ago?" They slipped their phone out of their pocket- eyes sliding over the time before finding the teen's visage again. Their phone was once more pocketed, head tilting slightly to the side. "Y'waitin' on someone?" Although this didn't seem like 'waiting for someone'...

More like 'getting the courage to leave'. But- Fin had never been that good at reading people unless they were actively threatening them, so...who were they to judge?

"...or do y'need a minute...?" They stopped short of the edge of a safe distance, far enough away to quickly leave if it was wanted- or walk closer if they thought it was needed.

[narumakiii]

❛  ne are you sure it's alright for me to sit down here with you ? ❜ as conflicts have melted away ( mostly ) thanks to the shinobi alliance it was RATHER FRESH still to sit with shinobi in their camp & share a meal. naruto was not opposed to it at all though ; quite the opposite even. whiskered man felt a well known presence nearby, purple rising to azure hues as ANGER grew. but he didn't act on it. he'd learned that NOTHING ever seemed like it did on the outside. he'd simply see where this chance of a meeting would go before judgement.

@valkyrrhic

[richtozicr]

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜ — @fearinfected (accepting)

he didn't like thinking about high school being over at all. or the impending doom that was high school ending. for richie, it meant that the small select few of friends that he hung out with was going to diminish entirely. it was a horrific thought.

but when eddie brought up, it seemed terrifying to say the least. " what? " he asked, though he really genuinely did not want eddie to repeat himself. richie pushed the thought aside and scoffed at the sheer idea of completely losing his best friend to some deadbeat college that no one cared about. " nah, of course not. I'm unforgettable, eds. " he has the usual shit eating grin on his face as he pulls eddie in and presses his cheek against the other's. " — how could you forget me when I'll never forget the amount of fanny packs you have in your possession until the day I die! "

if only eddie knew how much richie genuinely could not forget him. " come on, spaghetti, you can't seriously think i would, right? "

[visionkept]

Someone looks extremely HAPPY today. Maybe it has something to do about the new train passenger that the general has so patiently been waiting for MORE THAN A YEAR. ❝ Took you long enough ♡ ❞ The master diviner better get used to their obnoxious presence once again.

[byanyan]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ❝in case it escaped your notice, I care about you!❞ ( from haru )

bullying the traumatizedㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤthey are... upset, to put it simply. words that should probably come as a comfort, that surely would be taken as such by most anyone else, only serve to flare their temper further. i care about you. such a simple sentence, one they've craved to hear and be able to believe for a very very long time, and yet... it only adds frustration to an already overwhelming and confusing flurry of emotion.

a foot stomps loudly against the floor and byan rounds on haru like she's spewed some hard-hitting insult at them.

ㅤㅤ" why? why?! "ㅤtheir shout is as demanding as it is accusatory. deep down, some part of them wants to believe that she means what she says, but a much bigger, more deeply scorned part of them simply can't. it demands reason, demands proof, because it cannot fathom why she'd bother to give a damn about them. they haven't exactly given her reason to; quite the contrary, actually — they've done nothing but intentionally cause trouble for haru and xiao both, determined to be a thorn in their sides and maintain a safe distance.

ㅤㅤ" you ain't got no fuckin' reason to give a shit about me, so why? why do you care, huh?! an' don't gimme any'a that 'you're livin' in my house' or 'you're part'a the family now' shit, 'cause that's what it is, alright? it's bullshit! sure as hell never stopped anyone else! "ㅤfrom lying about caring, that is; from claiming to care only to hurt them, use them, abandon them over and over again. byan might be high as a kite and in the middle of an emotional breakdown, but they still know better than to spew any of those facts verbally. they still know better than to actively expose that vulnerability. instead, they do what they've always done best: they yell, and they break things. the cup in their hand goes straight to the floor, shattering in an instant and scattering glass and the remainder of the water they'd been drinking across the otherwise pristine tile.

ㅤㅤ" i don't need you to care! "ㅤa lie.ㅤ" i don't want you to care! "ㅤanother lie.ㅤ" just— fuck!! "ㅤwith a frazzled bark of a shout, hands rise to their head and grab fistfuls of their hair like that might help them sort out their disorganized thoughts and chaotic feelings. they should have just stayed out all night, then they wouldn't have to deal with this.ㅤ" —leave me alone! "

[heiilari]

Starter

GOLDEN EYES would slowly glare down at the other as the she slowly would pick herself up from the summoning circle. her tail was slamming back and forth as she hissed looking down at the pathetic demon circle

Kiiva hummed softly as she walked around the circle her hooved feet clicking against the ground as she looked the poor pathetic soul up and down... this was what she was offering to work with such a small and brittle thing this one was

" I can taste the magic that is crawling in your blood... tell me little Princess what is it that you wish to forge for a deal? or have you merely summoned a demonic being such as myself just for mere fun"

how her voice was callous and almost a cry of mockery as she continued to look down upon Ella.. how this one would make the perfect feast.. her soul would be one that could be devoured for eons

" So little Princess what is it you crave?"

@verreprincesse

[s4memistake]

RUST COHLE TAG DROP (1/2)

[circlefled]

this is the tiniest bg3 verse write up.

Maxwell is a sorcerer from The Circle of Ostwick. One of the only two remaining examples of a system considered by the entire sword coast to be barbaric, ancient, and wiped out. the rest of the circles fell more than an age ago and the sorcerers within rescued and brought to various learning institutions.

However, contrary to wildly held believe the circle of Ostwick survived, and the heavily fortified citystate has existed on it's own cut off from the rest of the material plane. The only reason maxwell is outside of the walls in the first place is because he was being transfered from one circle to another.

all of his information is terribly dated and can be traced back to around when the circles were meant to fall, his terms themselves are incorrect as he will refer to all magic users as 'mages'.

personality wise he is very hesitant, terrified, and, he's reluctant to befriend anyone as he's 100% sure that at any moment the templars will come find him and bring him home, he meticulously maintains his circle uniform because he's terrified of being found without it when the templars come to retrieve him., he was told he was a curse and a weapon to be wielded, and he was taught how to be one, his attacks display a distressing lack of care for his own safety

[thusaliar]

continued. @ervaurem

P knew all too well that it didn't hurt. He experienced it himself before, and although unpleasant, it didn't hurt. One could think of it as a blessing, but was it really? To him, it felt more like a curse.

Especially now, when he was holding his friend close, watching him die in his arms. Die, or shut down? Many would call it that, but P couldn't. Romeo was a puppet, there was no denying it, but at the same time, he was so much more. He could be so much more... Romeo wasn't hurting, but P was. It was all his fault, he knew how everything would have played out, yet, he still brought his dear friend here. Why? Was he seriously hoping that Geppetto wouldn't try to take his heart this time around? Idiot.

Holding his friend's mechanical body close, he leaned in to keep him closer, as if that would keep him around longer. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest, and the springs synchronized with it in a consistent rhythm. He was as human as he could be, and the recent events had left him feeling flooded with emotions.

"I shouldn't have brought you here. It's all my fault." P wasn't angry about Romeo attacking him; after all, he was merely forced to follow the orders, bound by loyalty to his friend and the past. The fight lasted long and for a long time, P tried to stop Romeo without hurting him - only to finally realize that there was no other way.

So the fight ended just like the first one, except for P holding Romeo in his arms, watching his body slowly shut down. This hurt, hurt so badly.

"I'm sorry." he said quietly, watching as Romeo's eyes looked at him, and yet somewhere past him. And just like that, just seconds later, he was gone. It wasn't the first time he saw him pass, but this time it felt like his own springs were about to stop.

A clicking noise followed through the chamber, and P knew what was about to happen; it wasn't his last fight today. But there was something he had to do. 'I'll always be by your side.' Romeo's words echoed in his head. P knew what to do.

Gently, he lays Romeo's body down, taking one last look at his friend's face. Maybe it was good he couldn't feel any of it, for once. Reaching with a hand, he gently lays it on top of the puppet's chest - this time, it wasn't the legion arm he was using. He was gentler.

P could feel it right under his fingers, the gentle warmth and pulse, soon enough followed by a bright blue right emerging from the body. Romeo's Ergo was right at his fingertips, but he wasn't about to use it. Instead, just like with Sophia, he lets it rest within his own body, close to his mechanical heart. For a moment, he felt lightheaded, but then he felt a familiar sense of warmth.

Romeo was safe with him.

[truly-quirkless]

[@frogsonalotusleaf | From here!]

Yagi nearly flinched at that mention- an awkward half-smile crossing his face. Yeah,- he'd never been one for paperwork, not when it came to Hero business. Even at his agency, there were others under him who filed most of his reports.- But he had slowly been forced to take on more and more files and sortings, until it had become an every-day task, these past few months...

Being a teacher really was something else.

His smile fell, however, at the utterance of him 'trying harder'. That was what he'd done for so many years- but now, when all he could do was follow a doctor's instructions and hope it kept him alive...his old friend wanted him to do more. He exhaled softly. I'm not that strong, anymore.-- It was something he was slowly coming to grips with.

"...I can't." It sounded like an excuse- but it didn't ring any less true. What he had- what was left- was a delicate balance. He was trying to gain back some form of strength...what little remained...but he couldn't gain back some things. I can't be All Might anymore. The strain was too much. Even just looking like the old Hero for more than a second was enough to cause bloody coughing fits...

I can't be the Hero you want me to be, Nighteye.

"A soup doesn't need to have solids, but...if you're sure." He wouldn't push the issue. As much as Yagi wanted to help...he knew that (at least, personally) he would resist the aid of others if it was offered...and he had no doubt Nighteye would resist his.-- He sighed under his breath. The blond didn't have much he could do, and it seemed both of them were dancing the old subject. Maybe...it would just heal, on its own. Over time...those years apart might fade, but he worried.

Even his attempt at bringing it up had failed. It seemed Nighteye was rather intent on his personal life. Been there, he thought. When he'd been hospitalized- and for a long time after- he'd done everything he could to avoid anything down-putting. But the two would have to circle back to the original topic eventually.

"Well...they definitely joke a lot- though I don't think you'd care for their...style..." Toshinori rested his hand on his chin, thumb pressed slightly against his cheek, his fingers splayed out slightly along the other. "...they're scrappy, and can handle themself in a fight. The first night we met, they actually attacked some would-be robbers with a cookie tin..." He chuckled slightly at the memory.

"...they always seem to know how to make their coworkers smile, and I've seen them chatting with some of the ki--- students.-- Young Midoriya actually took a bit of a shining to them." He grinned. It was nice that his successor and his soulmate could get along. "Though they're really anxious when it comes to the general public..."

He wondered if it was okay to be saying that when Fin was on the same floor- but he doubted they wouldn't give him and Nighteye some privacy.

"I actually asked them to come with,...if you want to meet them." More to keep him company, though thinking about it...he probably shouldn't have invited them while he was speaking to Mirai. But, what was done was done.

[narumakiii]

@aftapati ♡ for a one - liner

❛ oh , thanks ! ! ! i nearly forgot to pay attention , 'ttebayo ! ! ! running someone over nearly isn't my usual way of meeting anyone , promise ! ❜

[disturbnot]

i like to think some pokémon are just really tiny or really huge for no observable reason. take ash's bayleef for example! well, not when she was a bayleef - but when she evolved into meganium, she became so colossally huge it would be totally fair to refer to her as dinosauric. with verdant green scales, huge resplendent flowers, and great shining eyes, she radiates love. however, she was so big that it wasn't tenable to keep her down at pallet corral, and keeping her in a pokéball long-term was out of the question for ash. instead, she was transferred to the celadon viadome (oh yeah, the botanical domes have had a huge upgrade since canon too) and there she could be cared for and studied more closely by trusted grass experts. the best running theory at the moment is that trainer affection can affect a pokémon's growth and evolution in a lot more interesting ways than initially thought! not to mention that while she lives at the viadome she's only a few blocks away from her beloved trainer's apartment. completely free of her pokéball, meganium now thrives at the viadome, helping to care for smaller grass pokémon, as well as helping staff promote awareness for the importance of showing pokémon love and care.

[visionkept]

looks like a card has "sneakily" made its way onto tomo's room just as the girls have started to prepare for school. on the card were several doodles and a heartfelt letter that read:

To: Tomo-nii, Happy Birthday! Thank you for always taking care of me and Tama-chan.  I wanted to get you a cake like you’d always do on our birthdays but um …  I don’t have the money to buy it yet. Is it okay if i’ll get you the cupcake once i grow up and start working and earning money? Until then, here’s a drawing instead! A cake all for you!  We love you! From: Chihiro

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TOMOYA !

On that bright and warm Wednesday spring morning the girls had school like any other day, which meant waking up early to prepare the bentos and help them get ready in whenever aspect they required. Not to mention a six hours shift awaiting them afterwards. A pretty BUSY DAY for a family of three yet it had been that way for a while now. At least they have learned to manage things, feeling comfortable knowing that the girls weren't missing anything essential for their growth.

Alright, first thing in the morning: breakfast. Well, waking up ON TIME should be first but that's not really a problem. . . until TODAY.

Somehow their alarm didn't go off at the granted hour and this act of defiance had imposed a chain of events that would go down in their memory lane for the rest of their life.

Initially the older opened their eyes at seven instead of five. They hadn't suspected a thing throughout it, stretching peacefully in bed and feeling refreshened by the added hours to their sleep. Before searching for a shirt, Tomo held up the tangled mess of blond locks in a ponytail like they tend to, yawning on their way to open the curtains just to find an uneventful surprise; The sun was already out.

Under any other circumstances, this would be a good thing; in their current case, however, it meant they were running late. Normally when they wake up there's still a dark mantlet in the sky welcoming the early birds, meaning that Tomo had an hour or two to shower, make breakfast, clean the house and wake up the other two. But this spare hours were far too gone at this point and a quick check on their clock confirmed the evident: it was 7:05 A.M. without a doubt.

Shit, OKAY, it's not THAT BAD. ( It is ). I'll simply not shower today ( YIKES ) so I can focus on the bentos. But would I have time to cook some breakfast ? Maybe a fast sandwich- AH ! Today Tama asked for some fish though, that will surely take some time. Chihiro isn't as picky but she did crave some strawberries yesterday so maybe I could-

Their shirt gets put right on, the cellphone is thrown to the side and one slipper gets lost on their way to the door. They are in a rush and the stressed look said it all. Their steps are sloppy, desperate and they almost slip and fall down thanks to a piece of paper left on their room. ❝ Who left this here- ❞ Of course they know the answer to that, who else would come here to play and doodle with crayons if it wasn't them ? Ah, those kids really need to collect their things after playing. . .

Crouching down to fetch the paper is easier said than done. The stabbing pain in their lower back came as consequence of their continuous play times with the girls ( the older those two got, the harder it was to keep up. Acting out tea parties was one thing, playing horsey for two hours straight was another ). Their tiredness however, vanishes the moment violet hues gaze upon the card.

A cake all for you!  We love you! - From : Chihiro.

Their eyes scattered around the page with meticulous precision, analyzing every stroke of crayon and marker done by the child. There's a small snort coming out of turned up lips when their gaze situated on the drawing, it was ten times better than anything they could accomplIsh and the portrait of the smile gave them a warmth soothing feeling in their heart. A picture perfect family smiling and enjoying a cake together to celebrate THEIR BIRTHDAY. Ah, she sure was a better artist than them as well.

Gods, they had almost forgotten, today was supposed to be THEIR DAY. Little had it crossed their mind with how busy things have been lately. The few reminders given by Chihiro and Tama weren't properly noted and the marked calendar hadn't been consulted the previous night. . . or week on the matter. Unless it's one of the girls' birthdays, they don't really estimate in costs when it comes to their parties and gifts though when it is THEIRS, it's clearly another story.

For a split second they forget about any uneasiness in their life, pausing time to enjoy a brief yet sweet reminder that they are truly LOVED. For many, this was an ordinary piece of paper, for Tomo, this paper was their whole world. It's impossible not to feel sentimental about it, their eyes suddenly seeming a bit more watery than they recall. Perhaps the message alone, the effort of a portrait crafted with colorful crayons, and the intention of giving them something "better" in a nearby future - was far more VALUABLE than any cake. They don't have much but this, this was enough.

Those two had made them soft, there's no doubt on that. Almost tearing up like a baby because of a letter might not be what they planned on a day like this. In any case, there's no one present to judge them ( if Chihiro and Tama had been there to witness this side of theirs, they might have teased them endlessly ). Tomoya ends up wiping the tears building up in their eyes, and a laugh escapes them abruptly —becoming this sentimental has never been easy to deal with.

Right, yeah - today's their BIRTHDAY. But most importantly, they are running late on the girl's breakfast !

Their following moves are done on a fast sequence : Getting their missing slipper, adjusting their shirt and ponytail, fetch their phone ( open the chat with their boss in preparation ), retake a confident demeanor and step through the door to begin a new day. And it goes that way, with the difference that when Tomo opens the door, there's another surprise unfolding right in clear view.

Chihiro was making their own breakfast while Tama arranged the table with meticulous care. Two independent young ladies ( as independent as a toddler and a kid could be ) taking matters into their own hands. Properly dressed in their respective uniforms, attempted hairstyles and big determined smiles. They have been awake for a couple of hours by now or so the blonde assumes. Now they get it. Realization hits them like one cold shower, a sigh of defeat backing up their resignation. It was THEM who messed up with their alarm - they did it to let Tomo rest and in return they solved everything themselves ! Gods, those two are far more intelligent than many people give them credit for.

SMALL NOTE FOR FUTURE REFERENCE : change the phone's password. It seems those two have guessed it correctly . . . again.

❝ And to think I was just wondering where that burning smell came from from. ❞ Their approach is done casually, walking towards the brunette before lightly ruffling her hair. A mild tease is thrown in the mix and the huff doesn't do more than to make them laugh. The fried eggs in the pan WEREN'T overcooked though they would be if left for longer. ❝ Messing with my alarm was one bold move, kiddo. You're lucky I woke up in a good mood. ❞ On the contrary, they had woken up in a panic right until her letter turned that around in record time. Light, eager steps are heard as the smallest in the family draws near. As she finally catches up with the conversation her arms spread wide to embrace her parent. Her own proper way to say 'Happy birthday'.

Picking the child up is done with so much ease that doing it with one arm comes natural to them. Tama obtains a smile out of it, adjusting rather well on the new view from up above. ❝ Now that I got your attention. Allow me to share that I plan to take the day off from work. ❞ If their boss lets them to begin with. ❝ Maybe we could go and get some ice cream after classes to celebrate. How does that sound ? ❞ This wasn’t exactly how their younger self had imagined they’d be at twenty-six. Their whole world now revolving around those two and the Gods from above knew Tomoya wouldn't have it any other way.

❝ Oh and Chi - chan, if you keep the eggs there for another second they will ━━ ❞ BURN. Just like right now.