#verse tba.

[usagimen]

      "Even I am concerned by the details of such a statement, care to explain more in depth over tea, @achroanimus? I have pastries as well - freshly made"

[starsasunder]

@wingedthorne, cont. from here.

Though nostalgia was often wont to color the memories of childhood golden, Penacony was somehow exactly as she remembered it - neither dimmed nor brightened by the years. The din of the Reverie brought memories rushing back, and as Inanna stepped lightly from the ship that had brought her hence, she clutched her suitcase close and peered up in wonder. But she had little time to appreciate it, her thoughts derailed by the sudden murmur that rushed through the surrounding crowd. She had just enough time to spot him before they closed in, the mob of awaiting paparazzi pressing close as cameras flashed and newshounds yelled for her companion's attention.

Robin, the darling of Penacony, had returned home at last, and of course her brother was there to greet her. As shouts rose around them, the Bloodhounds pressed in, shoving back the most aggressive of the reporters. Space cleared around them and Inanna missed what was said between siblings in the midst of the chaos, spacing out a bit as she nervously edged closer to the pop star's side, Robin her lighthouse amidst the storm. It took only a few moments for the crowd to be pushed back and some amount of calm to be restored, but during that time Inanna receded into her thoughts, so much so that she did not notice his approach until he was upon her.

“Ah, Miss Issar, it’s lovely to have you with us again,” Sunday said with a smile barely concealed as he offered her a welcoming bow, “and I see you’re our newly esteemed vendor for spirits. May I take this as a sign that you will be spending some time on Penacony? And if so, may I consider this the beginnings of a wonderful partnership between The Family and the Luofu?”

Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice, familiar and yet much deeper than she recalled. Dragging her gaze away from the Reverie's grand sights, she greeted him with a smile that grew quickly once she spotted his own. "Sunday," she breathed, finding that the noise of the landing platform faded away entirely when she focused on him - a blessed relief for someone who disdained crowds as much as her.

Her hand had been taken as if on cue, gloved hand holding it firm as Sunday brought it up to press a chaste kiss ‘pon her fingers. Golden eyes flickered up to her, his smile pressed faint before he pulled away. Time and presentation, immaculate as ever. To an outsider, he was merely greeting an old friend in pleasant surprise. “Hm, yet you must wish to settle in your rooms. I will call upon you this evening – unless you wish for an earlier time?”

"I see you're still a charmer," she huffed, a faint flush of color rising to her cheeks as his lips ghosted across her knuckles. "Do you have any idea how good it is to see you?" For a moment he stunned her, all effortless grace in a way he had never been when they were children. Then she remembered herself, and all the training she had undergone to be a sufficient representative for her family's business enterprise.

Sketching a Xianzhou-style bow in return, she rose and tucked a silvery-blue curl behind her ear, needing something to fidget with. "Later is fine. I know Robin has an entire itinerary to fulfill, and I bet the two of you would like some time to catch up." She could take some time to settle into her suite, perhaps explore the dreamscape a bit on her own. She would vastly prefer that to the storm of politics and pleasantries that would inevitably follow in these two's wake.

[dynmghts]

@4heart / hi <3 (for south dakota!)

you eye the woman for less than a few seconds, you think. maybe it was longer. either way, you can sense that she's about to say something, and in the bid to speak before she can get a word in- ❛ you kinda look like a bitch. ❜

[lwyrsdghtr]

@forebodes howard.

hamlin hamlin mcgill is not the ideal spot for a teenage girl to spend her time, but jade will take it. she’s made a habit of curling up in a particular spot in the break room while she pours over her school textbooks. you can tell when jade has been there simply by judging how the coffee supply has depleted. sometimes she wanders, making her way down to the mail room or the cornfield, as some employees oh so affectionately call it. most of the employees know she is by now, and she’s become somewhat of a runner for things like coffee and miscellaneous snacks from the vending machines. an afternoon can pass by easily enough like this.

while she’s on her way to drop off some snacks from the vending machine to some of the low level interns, she spots howard making his way down the same corridor. she doesn’t see much of him during work hours, nor chuck for that matter. their the namesakes, the busy ones, people she knows she shouldn’t pester. but a simple greeting wouldn’t be pestering, would it? no, she doesn’t think so.

“ hey mr. hamlin, ” she offers with a grin as she approaches, “ i’m here after school again. want a nutter butter? ”

[b0kksu]

       The palatable taste of limbo, the body is not yet ready, like an offering that must be made there he remains in a state of stasis. A pale visage, merely but a wisp that moves about && there are times the lingering of a gaze can be seen, perfect blue - it’s hard to distinguish from the dreaminess of the clear skies. There’s an ungodly sweetness in front of him, sparkling gaze with a warm devilish smile, “You don’t have to scream to speak with me” boyish, bubblegum pink lips glossed && stained from strawberry syrup - his favorite. In every life, like the last, some vices were purely innocent, torment or remembrance may be his wicked indulgence.

     A form that changes, in vivid white, robes of teal with dragonflies embellished cloak his effigy, though he sits there, modern in style. Cropped hair, cherry red glasses, long legs crossed && gold upon elongated digits, painted pastel blue - gaudy, old, decadently rich. “How many times does this make it now?, @killerhubby” he scoops a large bite of the vanilla ice cream, licking the tip of his thumb, one eye remains closed && the rest manifest to watch the other - six in total, all wishing to know the truth, deception was never an option. “Old friend” the lilt in his voice becomes sharper, stern, a touch that was void of the sun && cool against the flesh, familiar with the scent of ginger && lychee, familiar like an embrace from one that no longer existed.

          “It’s not fair, you’re always one step ahead of me, born again && without a pulse. You shouldn’t meet old souls in places like this, didn’t I tell you before?”  

[heartstout]

The campfire popped and crackled, embers and smoke swirling into the vastness of midnight.

A hushed, dulcet baritone accompanied the symphony of crickets and the wind whispering through the trees.

“Et Eärello

Endorenna utúlien

Sinomë maruvan

Ar Hildinyar

Tenn' Ambar-metta...”

Noticing @vicit-vim-virtus stirring, Nenya still in his grasp, the stranger by the Elvish garrison’s fireside raised a hand to remove his hood. Striking yet somehow familiar features, framed by dark curls, were illuminated by ethereal moonlight. The Ranger studied Elrond’s features with keen, yet tender, blue-grey eyes.

“Would that you were ever so,” the Man murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Rest. Morning and its troubles will come soon enough.”

[aceparagon]

[ @flamesignite || continued from here! ]

❝Central, huh? I can't say that I've ever heard of that place before. Though, admittedly, there's places that I haven't been to yet as part of my job. Speaking of which, I'm Superintendent General Takeda Hikaru, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Colonel. I believe my rank would be the equivalent to a General, if I'm not mistaken.❞

She'll close the gap between them by offering a gloved hand out along with a bright smile accompanying it.

[inflame]

[...]

"oh, you're pretty fucking delicate." pronounced with an air of don't lie --- and a little bit of wickedness, if only in laura's word choice. "i've seen you go into hysterics over a cigarette." / @readbetween

[lifeforms]

"what's going on? do i need to call an underhanded coroner?" / ♡ @pu1itzer

[eternaelis]

❝ no need to get worked up, ❞ amara spoke smoothly, not bothering to ask permission before slipping into the nearest seat. she dusted off the chair with a casual elegance, crossing one leg over the other as if she owned the place. and why shouldn’t she? it was her nature to know the things better left to shadows, the secrets whispered only to the wind.

bloodshed, especially, always had a way of piquing her interest.

a faint smile played on her lips as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand, watching @nosp1n with an unsettling calm. ❝ don’t mind me, ❞ she added, her tone light, almost amused. ❝ i’m just . . . a witness, after all. ”

[ratkiing-a]

OPEN STARTER.

"hey !! no, man. no !! when you say shit like that you get me all riled up !! all riled up. i'm literally up to here right now !!"

[akuikami]

the  destruction  hadn’t  yet  settled. shibuya  —  a  once  bustling  city  now  nothing  but  ash  and  death. a  mere  shell  left  behind  by  the  rampage  of  a  King. he  stood , soaking  up  the  feeling  it  gave  him. he’d  escaped  that  prison .  .  . that  brat , his  vessel  was  no  more. he  hadn’t  chased  the  kid  down  nor  had  he  planned  to. not  yet  anyways , in  due  time  he’d  get  the  fight  he  deserved  but  for  now  he  reveled  in  the  feeling  of  pure  bliss. 

he  looks  down  ,  four  arms  as  strong  as  ever. there  wasn’t  a  thing  he  couldn’t  do  now  that  he  was  in  his  rightful  body. the  preparations  uraume  had  made  gone  to  waste  now  as  he’d  taken  matters  into  his  own  hands. normally  he  was  a  bit  more  patient  but  there  was  someone  out  there  who  needed  him .  .  . needed  him  when  he  wasn't  locked  away. he  knew  he  was  superior , he  knew  he’d  thrive  without  anyone  but  his  soul  hadn’t  been  complete  since  he  lost  his  love. 

sukuna  wasn’t  someone  who  fell  in  love  nor  was  he  someone  who  cared  for  anything  other  than  himself. yet he’d  been  vulnerable  while  he  was  still  human  and  yet  he  considered  his  marriage  to  be  his  greatest  accomplishment  in  life. nothing  mattered  to  him  more  than  that. and  now  .  .  .  he  turned  when  footsteps  were  heard. he  could  feel  the  ache  in  his  soul , the  need  to  move  closer  and  the  desire  to  feel  him  again. 

“  my  dearest  love .  .  .  ”  the  king  stood  tall  as  he  looked  down. no  one  was  around  to  see  sukuna  as  he  dropped  to  one  knee  before  @fjaorhamr. not  once  would  sukuna  ever  be  caught  doing  such  a  thing  yet  this  man  had  a  piece  of  his  heart. no amount of time could change that. he  reaches  out  and  runs  a  hand  through  the  long  hair , pulling  out  the  tie  in  the  process.  “  you’re  as  beautiful  as  the  day  i  lost  you.  ”

[b0kksu]

          “You’re not actually resting, are you, @kuidaorc? Come on, don’t make me the responsible one in all of this”

s.c.

[hiiraethus]

❛  i used to believe in forever but forever’s too good to be true.  ❜ [ have some more angst kekeke ] @humanremained​​

winnie the pooh sentence starters. // accepting

Elvóthien heaved a sigh as she settled more into the couch in Adam’s office. It certainly wasn’t uncommon for them to take their lunch together, but it had become even more frequent following his amicable split with Megan. She didn’t mind, especially if it meant she could provide any sort of comfort or support for her friend. He would have done the same were their roles reversed.

Their conversation had been idle, pinballing from one random topic to another; from work, to weekend plans, to Kubrick, and anything and everything in between. Elvóthien had observed that he seemed broodier than usual, but she didn’t think much of it and attributed it to his current situation. The cards he had been dealt were certainly less than ideal.

Slender arms crossed over her chest as Adam spoke. Of course that was on his mind. She didn’t blame him. The poor man had quite enough to sort through, that was for sure.

❝ Now, you know that’s not true.❞ Jade hues lifted to those of blue, and ever so did her head tilt to one side, curls cascading down one shoulder with the movement. ❝ You’re going through a lot right now, and... I know it’s hard. It’s going to be for quite some time, but that doesn’t mean that there’s not light at the end of the tunnel.❞

Shoulders animated in a light shrug. ❝ Besides, who’s not to say that you won’t patch things up down the road? Maybe a brief break was the best thing for the both of you right now. I know that you’re both under tremendous stress -- Megan especially with Mr. Sarif’s high expectations, and I know it hasn’t been easy for you with Pritchard breathing down your neck every second you’re here.❞ She didn’t have the heart to say it, but maybe the breakup was a good thing. He deserved better.

❝ What I mean to say is... Things won’t always be so bad, Adam. Keep your head up, keep doing good work. Things will get better.❞

[syphn]

“ it’s not your fault , you know. ” isamu’s voice was soft, his fingers threading gently through logan’s dark hair. he stood before him, chest exposed, the jagged scar across his skin shown to the one person he couldn’t bear to hide from. sooner or later, he would have seen it — seen the mark of what had happened that night.

the memory was seared into isamu’s mind : the way logan had looked at him, eyes blazing with anger and pain. the metal claws had sliced through his chest, leaving behind more than just a physical wound. it had been unbearable, seeing the man he loved in such a rage, not knowing what was going on in his mind. but even now, with the evidence laid bare, he couldn’t let logan carry that guilt.

“  please. you  can’t  blame  yourself  for  this.  ” / @thewulverine

[vesselmade-a]

satoru won’t lie : part of his gift would’ve only been possible thanks to nanami’s cooperation, somewhat surprised he’d entertain the more… spontaneous sort of ideas, even though a surprise party wasn’t all that unheard of for a child yūji’s age. still, it’d have to wait until evening ⸻ among the inevitable abundance of toys & sweets already prepared for him, six-eyes decides to offer him his own present in the meantime.

it’s far from extravagant or conventional, its value hardly likely to be properly grasped by the boy that’s still too young [ … ] but he’s quick to catch up on his knowledge of curses even outside of an environment that swarms with them. a talisman from one of his trips overseas, the most potent one in his arsenal to boot, tinkered with by none other than gojō himself to further strengthen its ability to keep even the most harmless of curses at bay. for the rare occasions he may not be around. sitting the boy down on one of his thighs, satoru makes quick work of tying it around the kid’s wrist & gives his hair a ruffle. “ ice cream & a movie of your choice? ...dad’s treat, of course ! ”

the  boy  had  been  brimming  with  excitement  all  week , eagerly  anticipating  the  20th  of  march — his  birthday. it  was  a  day  he  looked  forward  to  every  year , much  like  any  other  kid. while  gifts  held  little  allure  compared  to  the  cherished  moments  spent  with  his  dad  and  the  indulgence  in  sweets , he  relished  the  simple  joys  of  being  surrounded  by  loved  ones. despite  having  almost  everything  he  wanted , nothing  compared  to  having  his  father  by  his  side. he  was  a  modest  child , content  with  little , despite  his  abundance.

as  he  glanced  at  his  wrist , a  wide  smile  painted  across  his  face , his  eyes  sparkled  with  excitement. "  thanks , dad !  "  small  arms  wrapped  tightly  around  his  guardian's  neck , holding  on  with  a grip  stronger  than  intended , as  if  unwilling  to  let  go. yuji  believed  that  this  embrace  was  the  best  gift  he  could  receive  on  his  birthday. at  the  end  of  the  day , yuji  deemed  this  simple  moment  as  the  pinnacle  of  his  birthday  celebrations. with  boundless  energy , he  leaped  up , unable  to  contain  his  excitement , tugging  on  satoru's  sleeve. "  ice  cream  and  a  movie ?  "  he  practically  squealed , already  poised  to  dart  out  the  door  before  even  changing  into  something  new. "  this  is  already  the  best  birthday  ever !  " without a doubt this was something he said each and every year.