#verse: 001.

[charm0nt]

there's something about her that wedges itself deep beneath his skin, perhaps even within his bones. she remains on his mind, if only because she irks him so. and yet, the fact that she remains on his mind at all irks him even more. galinda is surely no stranger to occupying someone's mind like it's a lavish high - rise in the emerald city, because she does it eerily well.

snort slips through his nose. arms are crossed firmly over his chest, and char allows his challenging gaze to sweep over the perky blonde. brows quirk, and he feigns something akin to being unimpressed. "how philosophical, miss galinda," he replies, sarcasm dripping from his words. the young prince isn't typically someone who goes out of his way to adopt an attitude, but galinda seems to be drawing exceptions out of him left and right. "you should embroider that on one of your pastel pink pillows."

lips curl to form a satisfied smile, though charmont can't deny the way a strange warmth washes over him when he gives her statement some more thought. lovers? please. as if, and yet . . . does he hate the idea as much as he wants to?

"i must be certain," he begins, holding up a finger, "are you wooing me, miss galinda? have you developed a soft spot in your prim and proper heart for me? or perhaps you are delirious courtesy of a fever. you should lie down."

@arden1ly said: "enemies make the best lovers, you know."

[starrypcrtal]

@sillymuses has liked/replied here for a starter (for Bill).

"What are you doing here?" Astra scoffed slightly, a clear hint of wariness forming across her face. She still held onto her grappling hook as she took a few steps back. Bill looks...familiar to her and yet she felt genuine caution about Bill.

[deadn30n]

🌿、· ⋆ 。 starter call ╏ @venstm

Shen   Qingqiu   sits   precariously   on   his   knees   behind   his   desk.   in   front   of   him   sits   a   freshly   brewed    &&    still   steaming   cup   of   green   tea,   but   he   can't   bring   himself   to   enjoy   it.   today,   he   finds,   is   one   particularly   hot   day   that   has   him   fanning   himself   just   to   ward   off   the   sweat   beading   on   his   forehead.   he   attempts   to   maintain   his   dignified   appearance   the   best   that   he   can,   but   he   knows   that   sooner   or   later…   it's   going   to   crumble.   he   just   hopes   that   no   one   will   see   that,   and   not   especially   his   most   treasured   disciple.   because   he   knows   damn   well   the   minute   he   shows   any   signs   of   discomfort,   Bing   He   will   be   on   top   of   him   like   a   fly   on   shit,   and   for   once   Shen   Qingqiu   really   wants   breathing   room    (    probably   because   it's   so   damn   hot   and   binghe   is   much   too   large   for   his   own   good    ).    i'll   die!   he   thinks   to   himself.   i'll   suffocate   and   overheat   and   die   if   he   touches   me!   he's   too   big!   he   gives   off   too   much   heat!   his   internal   laments   continue   well   into   the   peaceful   afternoon    –    knowing   damn   well   that   Binghe   is   going   to   show   up   at   any   given   moment   because   he   can't   be   away   from   his   precious   Shizun's   side   for   more   than   five   minutes   before   metaphorically   flattening   like   an   anthill   being   stepped   on,   and   crying.

[charm0nt]

he figures she's accustomed to staring. he's noticed the way she nearly pays no outward mind to it, allowing wide - eyed gazes to burn holes in her head without a passing glance. char, too, is used to eyes glued on him, though he knows their reasons differ vastly.

so maybe he shouldn't stare, but he can't help it. elphaba is . . . different. she keeps to herself, minds her p's and q's, studies harder than she socializes. the brilliant color of her skin is merely an afterthought . . . or, well, now it is. he, like everybody else, was just as taken aback at the start.

"me? do i need something?" the prince repeats when he's caught red - handed, looking rather theatrically over his shoulder like he's expecting someone else to be the culprit. clearing his throat, he shakes his head, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck. "no! no, nothing in particular. i apologize, i was merely . . . "

how does he say this without sounding like a jerk? ' i wasn't staring at your skin, not that anyone should stare at your skin, but they do. but i wasn't. ' "miss elphaba, is it?" he asks after a heavy pause, smile tugging at his lips. "i couldn't help but notice how skilled a student you are. that's all."

for @charm0nt

she    feels    watched  .   even    as    she    is    minding    her    business    ,    simply    having    her    nose    in    a    book    ,    studying  .  she    feels    watched  . elphaba    tried    not    to    pay    mind    to    it  .  she's    been    watched    from    the    very    first    time    she    came    to    the    world  .   ever    since    stepping    foot    into    shiz    &    being    under    the    wing    of    madame    morrible    ,    she's    began    to  . . .   come    to    terms    with    herself  .  but    that    didn't    meant    it    didn't    bother    her    the    slightest  . she    lifted    her    head    up    finally    ,    shooting    a    look    at    the    pryful    figure    across    the    table  .  ❝        did        you        need        something    ?            ❞

[stillsolo]

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[claggrot]

@ly-kos sent: i can handle that myself, you know.

unprompted asks (always accepting)

"Huh, really? Because from the looks of it, ya were having a hard time handling it." Claggor huffed out, crossing his arms. "This is Zaun, this certainly isn't Piltover where you're used to dealing with guys that you can handle."

He regretted his choice of words the moment it slipped out as he noticed the other's outfit. ".....you're not exactly from Piltover, are you?" He's just now realizing this too as well.

[charm0nt]

inquisitive gaze betrays him. perhaps it comes across as blatant staring, which he's long since been taught is the very epitome of impolite. however, he simply can't help it. she looks familiar in ways he's not used to . . . neither in the ' passing acquaintance that he must pretend to care for ' way, nor the ' swooning admirer who's determined to chase him out of the kingdom ' way. no, this is a different type of . . . well, different.

"pardon?" the prince blinks; once, twice, three times. he's dumbfounded, if only for a moment. she catches his gaze and doesn't gawk, and he finds himself pulled towards that strange sensation. he clears his throat, sheepishly straightens his spine, hands folded neatly behind his back.

shiz is buzzing, all eyes on prince fiyero in all of his extravagance and flamboyance. better him than char, he supposes. caught in the middle of a sea of eager onlookers, he steps forward, head falling at a curious incline. "i apologize if this sounds rather forward," the dark - haired royal begins, "but i must confess that i have the vague feeling that i recognize you from somewhere. have we met?"

@encntada said: "you look like you've got something to say."

[willowswriting]

for @pcrfectcrime continued from here

Ernesto touched his hand to his chest as if to show that the women's words had truly affected him "Well thank you, I put a lot of effort into seeming like I'm not a mass murderer." He smiled. Ernesto had been lucky that Santana had walked into the record shop today after his original plan had fallen through, even luckier that the two had bonded over their mutual love for music. He wanted to ask more about her own experiences living like this but didn't want to push just yet, like she had said they were still complete strangers and him sleeping on her couch didn't change that fact.

[rengineer]

Hallloooo Emginet did you know zhat I have stopped sleeping because feankkyi know wverydxhing und I knkw slll

@medic-on-red

First of all, he's an engineer. He solves problems practically, tackling issues once and for all (maybe that's why he's so fond of guns).

With that said, tranquilizing this man to sleep might not be a bad idea.

" Has err— y'know doc, I've always wondered why do you refuse to sleep— nightmares, was it? Or somethin' else? " The Engineer’s tone isn’t annoyed, just genuinely curious. He’s seen this pattern long enough to know it’s not just a fluke. Sure, he knows the Medic can be a bit, well, ‘unhinged’ — if that’s the right word — but he’s still a crucial part of the team. And, whether he’d say it or not, Dell cares enough to want to figure this out. Maybe even come up with a fix if he can.

[alkalinc]

a closed starter for my beautiful fiancée, @blushdrunks, for dean & isabel.

it had been a long day at the shop and dean was exhausted by the time he got home. three very long sessions under his belt and he wanted nothing more than to get back to his apartment and settle in. lizzie was picked up from school by dianna earlier and he knew he would see her the next day, but dean wanted nothing more than to get home to see isabel. when he walked in the front door and saw her seated on the couch, he smiled gently at her and shut the door behind him. "hey, beautiful." steps were taken to sit beside her and he didn't hesitate to lift her into his lap. the two of them had gotten back to a better place again and he was glad, enough so that his hands trailed up her sides to cup her cheeks before he brushed a kiss to her lips.

[charm0nt]

how can anyone possibly require so much stuff? he's properly bewildered by the excessive amount of luggage that his betrothed sits oh - so - perfectly atop, so much so that he heeds no mind to the influx of wide - eyed gazes that linger on the pair. a prince and a princess are, after all, bound to draw attention to themselves . . . even without glinda's tendency to do that all on her own, title be damned.

"tell me," while the perky blonde approaches with excitable, rapid clicks of heels he's come to know too well, charmont examines a peculiar item of hers in his hand: silver, slim, cold to the touch. some sort of torture device, no doubt. perhaps she intends to use it on him. "when does so much stuff become too much stuff?"

they're not quarreling. oz, no. they're both well - trained enough to keep that behind closed doors. no, they're simply bantering. or, well, he is, while his lovely fiancee fusses over his appearance. brows are creased, gaze locked upon the eyelash wand that he twirls aimlessly between his fingers.

"and this," he thrusts the wand forward, all but forgetting to be a gentleman, "must be some sort of weapon, is it not? rules don't particularly call to me," words are briefly cut off when he staggers forward, her hands giving him a firm tug by the collar of his shirt that leaves him momentarily losing his balance. his own free hand curls around her arm; firm to regain his footing, but featherlight nonetheless, as if glinda is delicate china he mustn't break. "but weaponry on campus seems to be a relatively self - explanatory one, no?"

@charm0nt (CHARMONT)

Her arrival to the university was flanked by towers of pink and blue iridescent suit cases, dress-suit cases, trunk cases, hat boxes, and train cases. She's sat properly amid the vast sea of her luggage, crossed legs at her ankles, back straight- save for her hands that fiddled nervously with a large ring on her left ring finger.

Aside from the fidgeting she was a picture of perfection. at the first instance to be up and moving, she was, but not before turning back towards her companion, " Dearest!" she waved excitedly with her hand for them to get up and get going, before she came back in a tip toed false run to simply get her way.

" Darling! Sweetheart! Charming love! Of my life!" instead of reaching for a hand she had gone for his hair, pushing curls into meticulous perfect place. This was only followed by adjusting his collar and smoothing a wild hair along his eyebrow. Then, and only then, did she tug on him as if she had enjoyed his company up until now and was utterly in love, like a fairytale.

She was brought up to keep up appearances after all. "it's time. we've got to go! Don't worry , I've got everything organize-icallized just right! "

[criticalfai1ure]

hugo continues rattling the bars of his cage, so i guess who wants to plot with him?

[tidesbled]

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[resonette]

don't worry , god will forgive us .

(   van helsing. accepting. )

" you. "

the correction comes like sacrilege, almost. how brazen the flower maiden is when she looks at the goddess, casts her eyes upon her beauty, and still yet finds the bravery to correct her. it will get her punished, of this she knows, but she is not afraid. not she, who has looked upon the world and found it wanting. not her, who is responsible for the continued existence of her people. she is not yet princess, nor queen here, but she knows she is integral to this survival. they have made no mistake in ensuring that the flower maiden knows she will be sacrificed. that is why she must climb the foreseer's tower, seek his guidance, find a cure for her ailment before it is too late. before she dies, unable to help her people.

" our god will forgive . . . you. "

" but what of me? there is no happy ending for me. i do not get to wed, nor bear children, nor see the beautiful flowers i spent ages of my life planting bear fruit or seed. and what of me, o aurora, for the only way for the rest of my people to carry on is when my blood is spilt? is that why ASTRA has cursed me in this way? is that why you have come to look upon me before i enter the foreseer's tower as so many before me have? i am going to die anyways; i would rather it be at the hand of a man who can present unto me the truth than be laid upon an altar to a god who refuses to look upon me? "

golden eyes tear up, here, wet and wanting like the most divine of waterfalls. it is like she is watering her garden, here, with the way the tears so freely streak down her cheeks, pale skin reddening with each breath the philean girl takes. her hands are overturned, her palms extended. if the goddess so much as wanted her to prostrate herself before her, she would, to prove her point. had the most beautiful of auroras chosen mankind? had there been another to finally, FINALLY , see what the flower maiden had begged for years , eons , lifetimes of seeing ?

" do you wish ASTRA'S forgiveness? because i do. i would throw myself to the wolves one final time if it mean ASTRA would end this hellacious cycle that has been thrust upon me. i cannot remember the lives that came before my own, yet i know they exist. i am dying, goddess, and i am scared. please - do not bar my path. please, o most beautiful aurora. let me find my truths, so that i might die knowing i did all i could. "

[saburaito]

𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐔 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝟏 / ?

[1mpulsee]

// I wrote this on discord but . have an unhinged rant on my thoughts on . show!bart’s true personality and how he fakes his personality for the vast majority of the show . TLDR: what we see in the show is all fake to some extent, save for very brief moments .

// for some loose context, in his intro episode flashback, while he’s in his apocalyptic home era, he says “I’d better get into character” before going into the past to try and save the world from the Reach . and this idea is never touched on or mentioned again because it’s the yj cartoon . so we’re just left to wonder what he meant by that, what his personality is really like, etc . so these are my thoughts and how i choose to portray him in this verse .

// sorry if it’s not well written or jumbled I was autisming lol