#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

[drrobctnik]

@maaskuline

he was new to the whole G.U.N business; not exactly a greenhorn, but a little wet behind the ears. still, julius had just turned 24, and was slowly trying to make his way up the ranks of G.U.N's frankly bizarre 'status' system. it was infuriatingly annoying trying to navigate what exactly he was supposed to do or say in order to impress enough to be risen up a rank.

julius stood at 6'3", trying not to slouch as much nowdays but couldn't help it. he also struggled with eye contact, primarily because everybody here always looked so serious. did his best to emulate them, not wanting to tarnish G.U.N's name or reputation while out and about in the field or while on missions. though, lately, julius had been noting that G.U.N's methods were... er, different than what he had expected of a military's to be.

his thought was that their job was to protect the people of earth first and foremost, and then the planet itself. G.U.N's higher ups, however, felt it was more important to keep the shareholders & those that helped fund the military happy and pleased. which meant following government orders & working so closely together with them. julius hadn't enjoyed that.

he also hadn't enjoyed his own work being passed over or looked down upon. what was so wrong with building machines with the intent to help people? to help enrich the planet; to shield nature and revitalize it? didn't these people realize that earth's resources and it's nature were finite if they weren't careful with it??

a sigh huffed from julius, as he pushed his hair back and his bangs fell against his eyes again. he should probably look into cutting his bangs, that or slicking his hair back somehow. wouldn't do him any good to be caught unawares by something just because he couldn't see past his own bangs.

"maybe i should just quit..." it's muttered, mostly to himself, turning to head into the break room that G.U.N used for it's lower-ranked soldiers. the higher ups had their own wing/unit and quarters. julius'd even heard talk of some high ranking G.U.N members having their own bedrooms / mini-apartments around certain bases--

not paying attention, julius nearly slams into someone that was leaving, "sorry," he starts, then glances up and stills. he's looking down at probably one of the most muscular men he's seen in a while, since he'd quit the gay club. jesus, those arms. no focus julius.

"....are you new here?"

[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.

[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

[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.

[heavenlyexiled]

@mudblccd asked.

" this is no chance meeting , is it , maria ? " PEYTON IS NOT LIKE THE WOMAN BEFORE HER , and in some ways with it came a complicated mix of emotions . she was strong , bold ; knew how to defend herself , knew what she wanted and went after it like a wolf lurking in the shadows of a limping man on the side of the road . though there lies how grateful she is for it , to be all snarling teeth and drool , the double edged sword is evident . MARIA SCARED HER , but peyton continues to cling to the cross that sat neatly against collarbone ; PEYTON IS NOTHING , HAD NOTHING - WHAT USE COULD SHE BE FOR A WOMAN LIKE MARIA ? but there's one thing for sure , maria would not be stood before her if she didn't want to be ( THERE'S A STRANGE THRILL THAT SHOOTS UP HER SPINE AT THAT . )

" i'd say no, it's not. " the ginger hums out with a lopsided grin. her good eye taking in peyton before her. she never came to peyton on her own accord, so this... THIS is unsettling...

there's an uneasy tension looming over the two like the grey clouds that swallow up the blue sky above them. surely peyton hasn't done anything to get on the woman's hit list radar...

PLAY WITH YOUR FOOD A LITTLE...

the voice echoes in maria's head; a voice of an old mentor that haunts guides her to this day...

fingers twitch, so eager to reach the hilt of her knife but something catches her eye. it's glinting in the sun before it retreats into the grey clouds. A GOLD CROSS.

her brows twitch before furrowing slightly and with no words being spoken; maria calmly walks to peyton, stopping right in front of her before she reaches out, swatting peyton's hand away from cross she so desperately clings to like a LIFELINE... " you wear one...? " the question is not intended for an answer. it's more of an observation and her brows furrow more, a fine line in the crease of her brow forming. she's bewildered at first, her own gloved hand comes up to lift the necklace by the end of it as if inspecting it.

and with no explanation, she then lets go and steps back, eyeing peyton for a moment... " i need you to do something for me, " maria says as a hand rests on the jut of her hip by her gunbelt.

NO, NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! THIS WASN'T THE PLAN-

" deliver this letter to saint denis' mayor. " she tells peyton simply, holding the envelope out to her. she can sense doubt about such a simple task. " it's easy. just walk up to him and say that Sister Vanetti wishes him well. "

after a moment, she waves the envelope slightly, impatiently.

[veloriaharmonia]

@lachrymosestorm

"Ah, my apologies, I spread out more than I intended." Not himself, but he's taking up the entire bench after setting his violin case down. He quickly moves it to his lap so she can sit down.

[godstrayed]

Choice was a fragile masquerade, wasn’t it? A veil so thin it dissolved under scrutiny. Yet here he stood, shackled to the inconvenient reality of her—a foolishly defiant thorn in his side, an unwelcome tether he had neither sought nor desired. His dark gaze swept over her with cold disdain. In his pursuit of power, she had made herself a stumbling block—a small, sharp defiance lodged in the soft tissue of his ambitions.

And so, he would pluck @jakkuforce free, meticulously and without mercy.

"If you insist on making an enemy of me, then you will reap the consequences." Kylo knew she had her own vulnerabilities, fragile things ripe for the taking. They all did. And Kylo would not allow his years of conquest to crumble beneath the insolent resolve of one obstinate woman. If she wished to be a thorn, then so be it—he could be the thicket.

"Defy me or bow—the end will be the same. I could have left you with indifference, had you known your place. But you wanted my attention, Rey. Now you have it." ╱ continued.

[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? "

[ruinlost]

Making a small things about farrows hsr verse I have thus far mostly personal things ahdb

He currently resides on the Xianzhou Luofu,hes not from there originally but was rescued a very very long time ago

hes still very much an automaton,similar to an ingenium but definitely made of different components…definitely is or was difficult to repair him if needed

Is on an off duty as a cloud knight,feels like he owes something back

he quietly roams about still keeps to himself a lot-so if you see him no u didn't

Farrows element is still ice,and he fallows the path of the hunt

His name is still cipher,farrow is a nickname

"birthday" is feb 18th day he was found

[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.

[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.

[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! "

[narumakiii]

𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌!

Ace's pokemon team :

yes, as you can see there is a togekiss. story behind this one is that he found an abandonded togepi & unlike other trainers he doesn't care about them being the strongest. he just wants to travel around, be free & have fun with them. the togepi obviously evolved because ace was just being his caring self & loved it. everyone on there is a kind of a loner he literally added into his family. now they are all a very happy bunch together. charmander was his first ever pokemon & shiny to boot which ace still doesn't know. LMAO.

Naruto's pokemon team :

yes, i know. a darkrai. story behind this one is that he met it as a kid & basically made a friend out of a very lonely / misunderstood pokemon that when it was about time he left to travel ; well came with him willingly. naruto had a very lonely upbringing as an orphan in a town full of very successful trainers. nobody liked him, found on a doorstep left behind by god who knows & scarred cuddled up to a little vulpix. his origin will remain unknown. the vulpix now is a ninetales that is literally very misunderstood from where he's from. people see ninetales there as bad omens. the evoli is another find of his as a kid. it was weak & unwanted by the others in the town. so he took it in & took care of the little fella. they didn't even care that it was shiny.

tagged by: @gumpistol

tagging: @maudlxne (for whoever you feel like), @insurged (for whoever you feel like), @kayoroi (only if you want to), @lunaetis (for eden! if you want to), @aftapati (if you feel like it ofc!), @kiigan (if you want to for itachi!)

[berthindeath]

😳 :>

Your muse walks in on my muse undressed. Send me 😳 for my muse’s reaction.

She sits perched on the the platform near the aquarium in her quarters, having just finished bathing after a particularly difficult day. Hair is wet, a brush slowly raking through the ends as she seems distance. Her eyes are without focus, her body motionless apart from the slow pass of the brush through dark locks. She'd promised the others she'd join them for dinner tonight, a deviation from the way she's been sequestering herself in her room for days. She remembered the look on Lucanis's face when he'd explained what would be on offer, as if he were using it as a means to coax her from her self-imposed exile.

There's still so much to do, she almost feels guilty for returning to the Lighthouse at all. A fact that if expressed would likely be met with push back. How can she be expected to perform at her best without rest?

Balance, ever fleeting.

She has barely dressed herself, only in a pair of undergarments and a thin robe that covers her bare torso, hardly ready for socializing. There's dread that lives within her, dread at the mere thought of setting foot outside that door, to forcing yet another neutral to pleasant expression when it's the furthest from how she feels. A window dressing over the truth of her emotions, blotting out the way of the truth—she's exhausted.

But duty wills her to stand, the brush drifting out of the damp strands so that she might finally make her way over to her wardrobe to change. So when the door opens and her eyes land on Laika, she ought to be frazzled, to jump and cover the sensitive bits that are, quite frankly, on display. Yet she doesn't. She pauses, but her eyes were unable to shelter the other from the weariness she feels. She has no room for shyness.

" 'm sorry for taking so long. " She murmurs softly, lilac hues unable to meet her gaze as she sets the brush down beside Varric's shaving mirror, and only then does she take the moment to close the thin material around her body, covering herself as she locks eyes with her companion. There's a longing in her eyes, one that she does not bother to shield from Laika as she swallows the dryness in her throat. Her footsteps carry her toward the other, only stopping when they're a meager distance from each other, her hand slowly reaching out to find Laika's as she looks through her lashes and whispers, " Could we just—stay here a moment? "