#verse: cursed

[diverse-hearts]

@lachrymosestorm asked:

[almost kiss] our muses are about to kiss, and then, for some reason, don't // Kyo!

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They were so close that he feared she'd be able to feel how hard his heart was racing, so close, that he could almost swear that he felt the heat of his skin, Kyo feeling his cheeks burn as he just watched her, unable to quite pull away, even though he knew that he should. Dez was bewitching - he'd be able to spot her from a mile away, to locate her in a crowded room in a matter of seconds - that was the type of effect this woman held over him. She'd simply been leaning over to check his fever. The weather had been terrible for the last few weeks, and as such those cursed such as he was, had come down with a bad cause of a cold - though they were now on the road to recovery. Dez and Tohru had been helping to keep things running within the home, and now Kyo had woken to her changing the cool rag against his head, them both freezing in place, just staring into one another's eyes. Why was she so pretty? Before he'd really noticed what was happening, he'd found his head raise slightly and Dez's move closer to his own. Their lips were so close, he could feel her breath -

"Hey! You dumb cat!" - the bedroom door was thrown open, Kyo reaching quickly up and pulling Dez into a quick hug, before Yuki could clearly see just what he'd walked into.

"Get out of my room!", he hissed as he jumped out from under Dez and glared up at Yuki, who'd frozen in place as he gazed from Kyo to Dez and back again, wondering if he had actually walked in on something, his own cheeks beginning to burn, "I...erm...I guess it can wait", he muttered, quickly moving back towards the door.

[sorcerymuses]

Katherine Glacie, Reserved Art Teacher (OUAT Storybrooke)

Height: 5'5" Hair: Waist length auburn, worn in a ponytail, loose braid, or loose bun Eyes: Blue FC: Hilary Duff Birthday: November 22

When Katherine graduated from art college, there was a storm that caused her entire family to get into a car crash on the way to her graduation, killing all but Katherine. Wracked by survivor's guilt, she moved to the small town of Storybrooke, Maine and became an art teacher and sculptor…(According to her cursed memories)

She has become friends with fellow teacher Mary Margaret Blanchard and a bartender from the local Pub, Lacey French, sharing many routines with them outside of work. The new Deputy Emma Swan was pulled into their friend-group by Mary Margaret. The group of friends are close knit, with Katherine viewing them almost as family…

[royalarmyofoz]

[pandadrake]

Protector of the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse vs. the Daddest Dad to ever Dad. (Having one meaningful conversation with Jeff would probably kill him irl.)

[livwritesstuff]

inspired by a conversation i walked past during my commute this morning

Eddie is outside when Steve arrives home from work, sitting on the front porch and waiting for their daughters’ bus to drop them off from school.

“Hey!” Eddie grins as Steve makes his way up the steps, “You’re home early.”

“Last client of the day canceled,” he replies, and he grabs Eddie’s hands to pull him to his feet and into a long kiss.

“I love you,” Steve said when he pulled away, snaking his arms around Eddie’s waist to hold him close, “So much.”

“I love you too, Stevie,” Eddie laughed, “Something happen today?”

“Not really. There’s just this guy – the guy who started at my practice last month.”

“The one you don’t like?” Eddie clarifies.

“Ed – I hate him. He came in all smug and smiling today and looked so thrilled to be there, and someone was like dude, what’s your deal? And he had the audacity to say, my wife is home with two sick kids, so…”

Eddie made a face.

“Like, don’t sound so fuckin’ proud of yourself, man,” Steve continued, shaking his head, “Whatever. Anyways, I looked at his schedule and – get this – he had one client today. At three in the afternoon. So he spent the entire day lounging around the office doing jack shit while his wife was home with a sick baby and toddler.”

“What a prick.”

“Right? Anyways, I just want to make sure you know how much I appreciate you and how you stay home with our ridiculous children while I go to work, and that I’m thinking about you guys all day, and all I ever really want is to be home with you.”

“I know you do,” Eddie tells him, because he totally does. He knows it in the way Steve’s week is about as short as it’s allowed to be, and in the way he always checks in on Eddie when he gets home to feel out the day he’d had and to give him a “night off” if he needs one.

Steve nods, and then he adds, “When I was leaving I made a whole point of saying, like, headed home to spend time with my husband and children who I adore more than anything.”

“Of course you did.”

“Kind of forgot he’s also a licensed and practicing therapist so he totally knew I was being passive aggressive.”

[valtsv]

[honeyglas]

This house is empty. All its inhabitants are buried.

Silly strahd dnd au where you find out that a previous reincarnation of you is buried in this massive manor and also your previous lovers are stalking you slowly through the dark hallways. Be careful

[unbloodiedmartyr]

no reasoning for this i just think val deserves pretty braids

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

"Chat? get a look at this guy, how did they make a chatter phone man, more of a twink then me?"

"LOOK AT THIS MAN."

"I DON'T EVEN WANNA EAT HIS SHOES, I JUST WANT TO STARE AT HIM UNTILL HE GET'S UNCOMFERTABLE AND LEAVES."

"I both highly respect him, and highly hate him."

"I hate him because he's more smug then me, which isn't very ohio, you know?"

"but I can appreciate the drip."

[leafaske]

exactly how trashed did i get last night

[kate-komics]

I can not, and will not be normal about him.

[diverse-hearts]

@lachrymosestorm continued from [X]

She must have walked here, a thought that only added to that uneasy feeling that was swimming deep within his chest, a sigh heard as he slowly forced himself to sit upright. He wasn't even sure what to do, or what to say - her presence did bring some form of comfort, but that in itself was part of the problem, wasn't it? He didn't want to lose this...no matter what this might be. He shifted slightly closer, and after a moment had rested his head lightly against her shoulder as he tried to think on how to word what was currently going through his mind. This year was flying by, the last year of his freedom, but was that really all that was causing this mix of emotions?

"Honestly, I thought it was just the weather at first, but even when the rains stopped, I just wanted to lay here and not move...I've never felt this weak before", he laughed weakly, slowly sitting on and staring down into his hands, "It's like I want to both scream and just give up...weird right?". But just having Dez close like this was already making him feel just that little lighter. How did she do that? How did she bring such warmth to a monster like him?

[iwasbored777]

Luv it cuz he's like "that's funny" but you can tell he already regrets entering this universe

[shiftingmuse]

continuation of x {Rumbelle; Arranged Marriage AU}

Gold would return with a secondary cup still steeping, as he would sit the item down on the table near her but not directly next to her. "No, my dear, no acceptance just yet." He tells her as he stands there next to the table, holding himself up by the cane in his hand. "We need to flesh things out properly, both your stipulations and my own." The way this arrangement was going to work, if it would work at all, was by understanding one another and working together as a partnership rather than two people in love.

"Remember, even if we don't agree on all the terms, we can figure out a way to make this work. That's why we both need to discuss this and make certain everything we both want is equal." 

[ragnarokhound]

Trick or Treat! Thank you for sharing all your wonderful writing!!

Happy Halloween! Thank you so much for reading, I'm so happy you've enjoyed! <3 (holds jaytim up like the potato: i just think they're neat)

Okay this response got long so it's going under a cut, haha, enjoy!!

The curse is cruel. "You really think that you're a better Robin?" Jason sneers. His blood coats Jason's fist. "A better Robin?" Tim echoes through bloody teeth.

"That's what I said, pretender. Haven't you got any words of your own? You have to steal those from me too?" "Steal? From me too?" He gasps. The questions burn his mouth like acid, frustration and rage held prisoner by his traitorous tongue. Jason's brow furrows, then smooths in the space of an instant. "Pathetic," Jason taunts, abandoning confusion for disgust and disappointment. In a sharp, painful crack of his fist, the world goes black before Tim can agree. *** "How long has it been?" Jason says. It's been years. Smoke curls between the gaps in his cupped hands as the brief burst of flame dies to an ember, glowing vermillion at the end of his cigarette. "Long," Tim answers with a sigh. He can't even sign his own words, his hands always twisting into shapes first held by someone else's mouth. By the last person who spoke to him. The railing of the fire escape is icy beneath his elbows. He should have worn a thicker jacket, but he didn't have time tonight. Jason is leaving in the morning, and Tim wanted to see him before he goes. This new thing between them, this friendship on the cusp of something else— is fragile and hard-won. Tim wants to nurture it, to see if the warmth roiling under the surface can be coaxed to blazing life. Jason shuts his lighter with a snap. His shoulder is warm against Tim's. Tim watches him breathe in poison, and envies the poison. "And no one's figured it out? Who did this to you?" Tim rolls his eyes. "Figured it out," he restates flatly. Of course he knows who did this to him. Of course Bruce and the rest know. The who was easy. Fae and demons aren't subtle, and they aren't exactly commonplace. It makes for a short list to dig through. Jason grins, cherry-red and laughing at him. "Right, right. I mean, you ever figure out how to fix it? How to get your own words back? Yes or no," he tacks on helpfully. Only seldom does Jason remember to do that, to give Tim more options to choose from. It's not that he doesn't care, or that he isn't careful with his words. He just doesn't have to be. He's always had a knack for guessing what Tim means on the first try. Now that he isn't trying to punish Tim for using Jason's words like their his own. Like what he'd done with Robin.

Tim used to resent it, that of all the people in the world to guess what he's feeling, Jason Todd could do it best. Used to. Tim looks away. "Fix it," he murmurs. "Yes." Not that it matters. Jason cocks his head. His cigarette burns between his fingers, half-forgotten. "Why the fuck haven't you, then? If it were me—" Jason cuts himself off with a self-conscious laugh. "Ah, forget it. I'm sure you'd love to if you could, right?" Tim's eyes go wide. Jason's never said that to him before. One word of three that make the key. Tim knows what he feels. He knows how to break it. "And give the son of a bitch responsible a kiss in the teeth for good measure," Jason continues, oblivious to the effect of his words. Tim seizes Jason's arm, ignoring how he flinches. Hope is fleeting enough as it is. "Wha—" "Love to," Tim interrupts, urgent, heart tripping in his chest. "You..." He swallows, his throat closing up, not sure if he can say the last word. Not because of any curse, but because it's— it's too much. It's too bold. It won't work. So why not try? Jason stares at him, waiting for him to speak. "...kiss," he whispers. Tim begs him to understand. Jason raises his eyebrows. "...kiss?" Jason echoes softly, his voice thick. He cups the back of Tim's head in his free hand. "You want to kiss me, babybird?" He's relaxed a fraction, and Tim can tell he still doesn't get it. The one time he doesn't understand the full depth of Tim's meaning, and it had to be now. "Well, why didn't you say so?" Before Tim can express just how unimpressed he is by— Jason kisses him. He tastes like smoke and a hint of mint, and like skin and teeth and tongue. He licks into Tim's mouth when he gasps, and swallows every sound he makes. Like it's not enough to own Tim's words; he needs to own the rest of him as well. Tim doesn't even know if it will work. What makes a love true, anyway? When you've bled and fought for it, tooth and nail? When you didn't even want it at first, but you know, like it was inevitable, that you can't live anymore without it squeezing your heart in its fist? When magic cannot bind you anymore, because you don't belong wholly to yourself alone. When you've chosen to be beholden. When it was never a choice at all. The autumn air is freezing, but Jason's hands are searing hot on Tim's face, burning his cheeks with the shape of his fingers. Tim doesn't remember tucking his hands under Jason's jacket, or finding the broad stretch of his shoulderblades with his palms. But when he grazes the skin at the back of his neck, just above Jason's shirt collar, he shivers in Tim's grip. Jason pulls away abruptly, and Tim protests. "Do you want—" Jason started to ask. "Jason," Tim huffs, breathless. "Why'd you stop?" It rings in the air between them, clear as a bell. They both freeze. "...Tim?" Jason asks slowly. "Did you just—" "Jason," Tim says again, disbelieving. Then wondering. It's the first word that's belonged solely to him in years. The first word that's his. "Jason."

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[livwritesstuff]

Have you talked about the girls’ first word yet? Would Steve and Eddie become competitive about it?

Oh they took it very serious, especially with Moe. They had a running bet and everything (the prize was bragging rights, because no amount of money is worth being their first baby’s first word).

Ultimately, Eddie won, which Steve thought was totally bogus because Eddie gets to be at home with her all day so obviously he was gonna be her first word. To make matters worse – she said it to Steve.

The three of them had been in the kitchen one morning, Moe clinging to Steve like she’d been doing lately when she’d pointed to where Eddie was standing at the stove making breakfast.

“Who’s that?” Steve had asked her “Is that…Dada?”

And Moe had looked right at Steve with her big brown eyes, gave him a cheeky smile, and said, “Dada!”

(Eddie waited for the initial excitement and pride to fade before gloating about it).

Robbie’s arrival brought about the bet again, but that time neither of them won because her first word was Moe.

Obviously, they realized afterwards, because Robbie was obsessed with her big sister, and it didn’t take long for her little chirps of Moe to turn into hi Moe and love Moe and where’s Moe?

It was so sweet that neither Steve nor Eddie were too bothered about losing the bet (and Moe does claim her well-earned bragging rights a good few years down the line).

Hazel turned out to be one of those kids who took her sweet time talking.

She could do animal sounds (foreshadowing, Eddie later called it), but not any actual words until she was a few months away from her second birthday.

Steve and Eddie had taken her on a drive around their town on the first really nice day of spring. They were driving past a local farm that let their cows and horses and goats roam around a fenced-in pasture when Hazel said, “I want to see the cows please, Papa.”

They’d been so perplexed that it wasn’t until after they stopped and said hello to the cows (because after that how could they not?) that they realized she’d said Papa.