#verse tag tbt

[caracarnn]

@ofsnarkandmagic said: Being a vampire could have both it's perks and downsides; while many would state that the cons outweighed the pros. Yet Melvin had always been different, even while he still could freely go out into the sunlight and still had breath in his lungs. So he had a habit of seeing his vampirism and his twin's a good thing. And over the decades, he'd found little ways around things. One of those things being that he didn't have a reflection, and with the progression of humanity came various things, but one of them having quite a hilarious factor. One of them being not showing up on cameras of any kind. Plus, with various vampire tricks, he'd found that slipping into various places, say in the dead of night, was rather convenient. One of those places just so happened to be the library. At 3 Am.

The hours after midnight and before dawn were usually his time. He treasured the moments where he could find the press of the world around him. The hours that did not reject him. It was a strange feeling knowing that he was apart of this world but also set apart from it as well. He came out here often, to simply listen to the world and all of its sounds.

Finally he stopped when he heard the sound of a heartbeat nearby, is senses caught it quickly and he turned towards the library with a look of surprise written across his face. Someone was inside. This late too. With furrowed brows, Rand walked towards the building and moved to the open the door. He didn't want to cause too much destruction and so he banged on the door to get whoever was inside to give him their attention.

"Is someone in there?" He called. He knew that the streets were quiet but empty at this hour.

[drunkenfxst]

Quick synopsis of his Pokémon verse:

Jamie was born in a far off region ( there’s no Chinese region canon to lore so ) and his family ended up moving to Johto when he was like, 10. His team consists of a Hitmontop, Blaziken, Lucario, Medicham, Mienshao and Hitmonlee. All of these are fighting types but are also nimble and flexible (like he is!) he moved to Galar when he was 18 and is the ‘Peacekeeper’ of Hammerlocke, where he does what he can to make sure there’s no trouble. He had the chance to be a gym leader but rejected it.

Specializes in fighting types. Jamie is 25 years old and is fluent in English, Japanese and Mandarin.

[agoldenlily-archive]

@ssolessurvivor​

She stared at the way that the daylight rushed through the windows of her sitting room. She had just met with various merchants and she could breathe a sigh of relief not having to deal with these men and women who demanded so much of their new Queen. Light, she simply wished that Andorans were easier to please sometimes however it was never her own people that disappointed her during times like this, who looked at her in disbelief that she had indeed won the Succession War to inherit her Mother’s throne, it was people that were of other countries. Cairhien and all the other surrounding places, that looked at her as though she didn’t belong here. What she needed was a break. Maybe a good walk around the gardens.

Taking in a small breath Elayne nodded BIrgitte out of the room and then shifted where she was sitting to look behind her at her Guard standing there. She smiled faintly up at him. “I’m glad that’s over I’m sure that you’re doubly glad.” Softly she laughed and then rose from her head, reaching up to take the Rose Crown from her head. “Perhaps some fresh air?”

[agoldenlily]

She was nervous but this had to be the place. It just had to be! She couldn't go to one more place empty handed and be letdown. In fact, she downright refused to be. She wanted to find Anastasia, she needed to. What would the rest of her life look like without her in it? After all of this time Elayne had simply not given up and she never would. She could remember when they were younger like it was yesterday and those memories had managed to sustain her when things grew far too hard. She even knew that she might be shirking her duties back home but how could she focus on matters of state when her heart would only be half in it?

Stepping up to the snow covered orphanage she stopped when she saw the girl that was coming out of the door. Surprise sparked across her face as she pulled her hands from the pockets of her coat in spite of the cold. That had to be her! The hair, the eyes, even the way that she walked!

Shakily, she took a breath and stepped towards the approaching woman. She must think that she's absolutely insane with the knit to her brows, the studious look in her eyes, the wonderment written across her face - "Hello?" She softly called out, now her heart was racing there in her chest. "Ana?" - @timeguardians

[aamaranthiine]

When Shanks curls his arm around her lower half, she obliges the embrace and wiggles a bit to fit more comfortably under the limb. Physical touch being shared consistently between them had become routine, it was a thing of mutual comfort and one unspoken way to share affection. Thea lets her own eyes lull half closed as she continues petting through his hair, her lax expression one of pure contentment.

"I could do both of those things," she agrees sedately, catching his fond look and oh, how it made her heart flutter. Not wanting to disturb their son's quiet, she instead uses their closeness to share a glimpse of emotions. Fondness is warm as it shivers along Shanks' awareness in the back of his head, crawling under his skin as Thea uses Observation Haki to project her feelings to him.

"But people like routine, and skipping rituals every so often is easier than asking them to change."

Sprout squirms where he is tucked in the crook of her arm, burying himself against his mother's bosom sleepily. Thea dips her head down to kiss his head, trying to resist the impulse to laugh at what her partner said after.

"I dont think she's quite forgiven you for interrupting the last full moon ceremony, you were quite crass." Not that Thea seems irked by that fact now, even if at the time she had scolded him.

The moment Theas fingers start combing through his hair he relaxes, letting out a soft sigh. His own arm comes up to wrap around her once she settled into bed properly again. He doubted he would find proper sleep once more, but lounging around like this and enjoying some peace and quiet was still nice.

Eyes open and he gazes with a fond expression at Thea and their son. He never thought their arrangement would turn into such a direction, but he wasn't complaining. They made it work together. "You can skip them whenever you want...or simply change them." He doubted they would deny her if she did such a thing, given the people on this island literally worshipped her.

"Your head priestess was giving us the stink eye again when we docked at port yesterday."

[zhongshen]

⁜    景气   :     starter call [ for @goldanemo ]

　　　❝ you by now have no doubt experienced the importance of food in liyue . ❞ speaks of it as common knowledge , though the tenderness of his voice feels nostalgic . the other now knows the origin of such passion ; there is no need to hide it . gloved right hand delicately holds the porcelain of his cup , & he takes small , silent sips of the liquor . the fermented grain is too strong for his palate , but sitting in the centre of town , he is inclined to adjust to the atmosphere . ' 入乡随俗 : ' when one enters the village , they are obliged to follow the custom . ❝ would you like to hear the story ? ❞

[caracarnn]

Maybe he should have felt more uneasy but he didn't. Instead it was pure concern that filled him as he regarded the man before him. There was a look of something written on the other's face, something lost, distant even. Rand was unsure what to do and so he took a single step back, hands coming up to rest on his hips somewhat thoughtfully.

"Do you know how long you've been here?" He questioned with a light furrow of his brows. "Maybe you should take a step back and..." he paused. What sort of advice would he give him? "...well, when was the last time you had a drink? Maybe some water might help?" - cont'd @deceivesthem

[pridewaited]

starter call. for the silliest guy ever, i need to update my verses and pages

[knightdomain]

@burninwrath sent: ' IM GOING TO CRUSH YOU IN MY PALM. '

“You won’t defeat me that easily, Monster…!”

His chest heaved heavily, the motion visible despite his armor, the blonde forced to one knee as his blade sheathed itself halfway within the ground. Hearing about this man—This creature—and everything he wanted to do or have done with this kingdom had the polished Knight stand up and do what he was destined to. Protect. He had to protect her, and the kingdom she called home; and he would do it time and time again to ensure the safety of the princess and everyone who lived under the kind reign of her family.

A sharp inhale hisses between his teeth; helmet long tossed to the side; blonde hair swaying in the wind and the golden colour nearly glittering from the suns beams. “I will not…yield! You will not get away with this!” knight’s voice raised as he grabbed the hilt of his blade and pushed himself up, ripping the weapon from the ground and pointing his blade at the Monster before him. Turquoise gaze narrowed in the presence of the beast as he stood his ground despite his injuries and dented armour; despite the fact that he knew his life could end here—He was willing to take that chance if it meant he could protect everyone one last time. This was his duty; a duty he had been born into and a duty he would continue u til his final breath.

“Fight me, Monster!” He yelled, cape whipping around behind him from the wind. “I’m not done with you yet!”

[gravesung-moving]

chef/cafe au thoughts.

suguru caught a lucky break right out of culinary school and his career skyrocketed — maybe he owned an upscale restaurant. became known at first for his superhuman palette, then for a specific menu he did based on human vices that was meant to make the experience feel like eating the crimes of humanity (but in a delicious way) (you KNOW there was some kind of fucked up ortolan shit involved). kind of cutting edge and out-there, which is how it became so well-known so fast

but he tried to take on too much. crashed and burned, ended up at rock bottom and the restaurant closed. he sold the space and moved away with his daughters and never looked back. got chewed up and spit out real hard.

and like.... initially, he had this idea, right. his first ever idea for a restaurant was a laid back cafe (OBVIOUSLY called blue spring, who do you think i am) with a constantly rotating seasonal menu. but it got shot down by his mentors and colleagues because it wasn't haute cuisine enough, he couldn't get investment or funding for it. shelved it for the [unnamed for now] upscale place

but switching careers would mean wasting the last ten years, so he says fuck it. FUCK IT. he'll do it — on his own this time, with full creative control. the girls are teens now so they help him out with the designs and crafting the menu. it's cozy, but the food slaps and there's a new menu every month with some evergreen dishes he always has on there

the business is slow to start, but he's happy with that — he doesn't publicly link it to his name, tries to stay out of the press. just tryna live slow and spend time with his girls that he wasn't able to before!!!

postscript:

there is a gojo-shaped blank space in this verse because i have not figured out what to do with him yet — at least in verses where he's a past figure in geto's life. can vary by partner/thread, probably.

potential conflicts: wuh oh, the press find out / kenjaku as his old mentor who pushed him way too hard / the substance use issues he thought he had under control rear their heads again / pspsps bring in your muse's antags / general slice of life/ship conflicts

[aveimperatcr]

@tertiusdecimusfilius continued from here.

It must have felt like a sick game, all of it-- to witness the Emperor's ghastly appearance and how he'd grown paler and somewhat weaker in comparison like he was on the damned Throne all over again. He stared into the nothingness in a daze, though luckily it at least did seem like he was in reality compared to previous times when he would slip into episodes of panic-- his tired eyes looked at Guilliman, yet what met Guilliman's fear and horror was one of hope and warmth, a complete contrast.

Nothing else mattered to the Emperor more than to see his son finally able to live.

Apothecaries had been practically rushed along to witness the Primarch kneeling before the weakened Emperor-- yet Ayhan would be pulled from his chair and away from Guilliman, practically carried to the medbay like he had been wounded by Horus himself all over again. The Emperor only glanced around and attempted to ground himself, barely able to muster the strength to form his words.

Of course, Guilliman's state hadn't gone unnoticed-- the servants that stayed to also ensure Guilliman's well-being were quick to notice the Armor of Fate having been removed from his very being, leaving him in the bodysuit beneath. They scattered like ants, rushing to get the Primarch into his old togas and robes and sandals before guiding him to go see his father.

By the time they got there, the Emperor seemed to have focused enough. While still pale, he focused on many things around his room of the medbay while the apothecaries did their best to tend to him. One of them looked to have carefully been wrapping bandages around the mighty Emperor's neck after applying what looked to be some sort of antidote to it.

It took him a moment to respond.

" ... Roboute. "

" Are you well...? "

[caracarnn]

Thoughtful, as usual, Rand snapped back to the moment and then looked over at Kazimir when the other started speaking. Well, they certainly did seem to be equipped for whatever it was that they were getting themselves into. Maybe they didn't even fully know the scale of it but Rand didn't really want to back down. Not entirely.

"Someone told me that it was something that they couldn't see." He answered, situating the coat that he was wearing before they headed out. "I just figured that you knew a bit more about that than I do."

Kazimir wouldn't consider himself a professional hunter by any means. in fact, it's been a few years since he's done any sort of supernatural work. after starting his career in the music industry, they sort of put that part of his life away. but he couldn't turn someone down when they asked for help and Rand had approached him, asking for help. they simply couldn't say no, so here they are, preparing to go on a hunting trip. it's probably a good thing they're not currently on tour or that might be a little awkward.

"a'right, so where are we going?" they ask as he lifts his gun around his shoulders and puts a knife on his pant leg. they're always prepared, even for the worst case scenarios. he has his power, too, if it comes down to it. "and what exactly are we after again?"

@caracarnn

[caracarnn]

Concern had crossed his features as he looked her over. She didn't look too badly hurt but she did look as though she had suffered a bit of a scuffle. Carefully he approached her so that he could get a better look. Light, whatever it was that had done her in seemed to have done quite the job from the looks of things.

"I could help you?" His Healing wasn't exactly the best Talent that he had but he did try his hand quite a bit of it especially when she seemed to look worse for wear. "If you don't mind a bit of Power being used on you?" He questioned with a light furrow of his brows.

cont'd from here - @manaborn

[catncore]

Back on my final fantasy xv bs again and thinking about how my h.anekoma would have gone to eos while looking for joshua during the long game. He ended up getting stuck there longer than intended because he ended up in niflheim custody and was heavily surveyed even tho he is classified as a messenger/angel. Time flowed differently in eos so his hair got a little longer.

[caracarnn]

He had never intended for this to happen but The Wise Ones had told him that it might be necessary. The Wise Ones had declared that they had dreamwalked and seen something that could have pertained to a strong alliance between himself and this land. It was a strange thought that he made himself agree with. He had never wanted marriage this way as a boy and now he hadn't wanted marriage at all. After all his death would only leave a widow and orphans in its wake - were he to ever have children. It took a great amount of control to remain seated where he was. The throne that he sat on, called the Dragon Throne here but far different than the one that he had in Cairhien, was almost uncomfortable. He had never found any thrones to be comfortable and he was trying hard to not appear arrogant here. After all they had yet to show any shades of deception towards him and, for the time being, Lews Therin wasn't rearing in anger. His mind had drawn away from the moment. He thought of The Westlands and of how this was taking far too long. Yet it gave him ten thousand more men to his already inflated army but he also knew that the longer that he took with matters here the more that disaster could be striking The Westlands. There were so many enemies, so many Darkfriends, when would the Shadow strike next? When the man started talking about his daughter he blinked back to the moment and lifted his gaze to the woman that was standing before him. He was so wrapped up in the Void that he didn't feel a bloody thing. It was easier that way otherwise there would be so much pain everywhere, so much pain that he felt no matter what he did. Light, when was the last time that he didn't feel any of that? It was better that way. To remain cold and numb. Otherwise he might forget himself and seek out something possibly real with the woman standing before him. She was looking at him strangely and his brows furrowed as he looked back. She was searching his face and he tensed himself, not quite comfortable with people staring at him so intently even if it had been happening far too much lately.

A thin smile marked his face and he shook his head. "I'm alright." he told her with a small wave of his hand. "I also don't think that I have any room for dessert." He shifted in the seat and adjusted the coat that he was wearing, glancing towards Rhuarc - one of the clan chiefs - who bristled at the man that had presented his daughter. "And you all must simply call me Rand." He announced, knowing that the Aiel did not enjoy it when anyone else - Wetlanders as they called them - used their terms. "Or Lord Dragon."If Mat were here that would earn him a laugh. "Perhaps everyone should clear out?" He offered, looking over the room and then brought his eyes to Mulan. "Except Mulan? We are allowed to talk in private, are we not?"

🌸  ┊ letter received from @caracarnn        𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍'𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓 : ⛓ / FOR AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE STARTER.

          annoyance had flickered through her, as she sat upon the cushion among the crowd throne room that housed the imperial court. a heavy headdress weight down upon her head, adding to the headache that had become her life ever since her father had announced that she would be marrying the dragon reborn. a bitterness still could be tasted upon her tongue, as she had not forgiven her father yet for going back on his word and making her soon marry a stranger.

          it mattered little to her that she had heard countless times since the announcement had first been made, on how it was a good and wise match her marriage would be ━━ that fortune would smile down upon the hua dynasty now that a true dragon would be part of the royal family. instead she could not help but worry if her soon-to-be husband would be good and loyal to her. or if he would turn out to be the man that she had always feared marrying who's only goal was to use her for power.

          sparing a glance in his direction, mulan watched as her father talked to the redheaded male who sat upon the dragon throne, a seat normally sat upon by her father. it was a rare sight, especially since the only other person allowed near him during this time was the empress herself, and yet she sat now to the left of him drinking her tea and chatting with the other ladies who had come to attend the social gathering. as she watched him, she could not deny that he was handsome, but it did little to lesson the blow to her ego. she knew her father was asking him of his journey here and if the dowry that he had received was enough or if he desired more, for not only did he send the traditional gifts, of bedding, new clothing for her as well as the tea set for the ceremony and more, but he had also promised ten thousand men to join with her once the marriage was completed and she left with him so that their alliance would remain strong.

          glancing away, she continued to ignore her meal and the conversations around her, especially after her elder sister came from her seat to whisper in her ear that she was happy for her, for it meant that now she was no longer an obstacle in her path for she would soon be leaving their homeland. yet the sound of her name drew her from her own mind, silence soon befalling the court as her father spoke for her to come forward.

          taking in a breath, she rose from her kneeled position, her steps around the table graceful as she began to make her way towards the middle of the room and closer to the thrones. moving her hands before her, she kneeled to them both bowing her head to the ground as she wished them a lifetime of health and prosperity before raising her head to look up at them.      ❝  forgive my daughter, she has a willful nature. 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 come here and greet 𝑪𝒂𝒓'𝒂'𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏 more properly.  ❞    her fathers voice did not speak loudly in volume, but the command in his tone could not be missed.

          rising once more, she lifted the hem of her skirt before climbing the steps to join next to rand. waiting she watched as the staff put down a cushion for her to rest upon before she lowered herself to his side. grabbing hold of the serving spoon, she poured him a glass of wine before raising it with two hands to present to him with a smile,      ❝  i hope that our marriage can be long lasting and full of prosperity.  ❞    her eyes met with his own as she only just began to realize how handsome he truly was up close as well as how tall he was.

          she had never seen eyes like his before, the gray-blue color seemingly piercing to the very depths of her soul. suddenly, all of her anger and annoyance was replaced with a nervousness that she could not understand, for her heart raced so suddenly she thought she might faint. for a moments breath, her mind tried to blame the fact that it was because his aura was so powerful ━━ but deep down she knew that was not the reason for the sudden change within her.

        ❝  have we  ━━ ❞    she stopped herself from speaking such a strange thought out loud, for there was no way the two could know each other, despite the fact that her soul seemed to say it was so. instead she forced such a thought away in favor of appearing polite and sane,      ❝  forgive me, what i meant to ask was if you would like more food or if you have had enough and wish for dessert ?   ❞   

[lightcreators]

@thenightmareofyourdrems

Thoughts  would  look  certainly  condescending  for  the  main  concerned  :  this  Child  of  Time  looked  like  an  child  in  which  expressing  aggressibly  an  imposing  whim,  in  which,  as  authoritarian  that  he  remained,  remained  indifferent  and  cold,  where  the  pain  of  a  parent  had  to  be  pronounced  differently.  Vengeance.  It  was  an  word  belonging  to  another  man,  someone  who  wasn't  that  incarnation  neither  the  one  he  had  been  once,  who  appreciated  every  layer  to  exposing  such  emotion  in  front  of  other  people  ---  within  reasons  or  not.  It  had  been  the  single  element  of  an  world  in  which  regrets  had  following  him  even  since  he  had  crossed  path,  and  blamed  his  unable  hands  to  use  an  gun,  his  inability  to  taking  drastic  measures  ad  he  had  wanted  to  believe  in  another  path  …  Oh,  within  an  landscape  in  which  he  had  forgotten,  a  long  time  ago,  he  had  been  among  them  and  breathing  that  world.

Mixture  of  indifference  and  condescendance  looked  towards  that  desperate  Time  Lord.  He  should  be  insulted  towards  the  misunderstanding  ---  but  no,  he  wasn't  the  kind  of  monsters  who  played  inside  the  court  of  revenge.  He  creating  them.  As  some  inherent  truth  he  had  wanted  to  confine  within  the  remnant  of  his  memories,  as  there  was  consciousness  there  was  another  monster  around  in  which  he  had  been  the  creator,  in  which  there  was  latent  impression  he  could  playing  with  the  Fates  within  his  own  manners.  Vengeance  was  the  easy  path.  Vengeance  was  an  too  much  expecting  and  boring  result  of  an  consequence.  Vengeance  always  have  been  favorite  meal  of  Philip  Butler,  and  at  the  current  moment,  that  sentence  coming  from  the  Master  would  look  wonderful  inclined  to  him.  Temporary  moments  of  confusion  wrapped  within  how  he  was  simply  watched  over  that  incarnation.  How  he  hadn't  realizing  how  pitiful  he  always  had  been  …  How  someday  he  will  find  manner  to  stop  eternal  sound  tourmenting  his  brain,  as  another  sound  into  his  wouldn't  never  leave.  ❝  You're  just  misunderstanding  it  for  vengeance.  ❞  He  expressed  peacefully,  almost  with  disinterest,  as  he  crossed  his  arms,  curious  about  what  that  Time  Lord  will  told  him.  He  refused  to  called  him  Master.  Master  of  what  exactly  ?  How  he  could  even  existing  in  front  of  him  when  he  thought  he  die  a  long  time  ago  ?  How  he  could  still  be  here  ?  Refusal  to  expressing  an  anchored  grief  within  his  features,  that  remaining  sadness  of  an  tragedy  his  shoulders  had  embraced  as  an  burden,  reflected  inside  impression  of  natural  detachment.  He  was  correcting  events  from  another  perspective.  He  was  searching  another  path  within  an  imposed  storyline,  in  which  he  didn't  have  to  following  every  single  line  imposed.  ❝  I  only  seek  to  repair  what  can  be  repaired.  I  only  seek  to  transform  a  tragedy  of  circumstances,  of  which  you  were  also  a  victim.  It's  about  making  things  right  no  matter  what.  ❞