#verse: fate

[taintedlxve]

-quite honestly sick to death of the monarchy-

[burnxngslash]

━━   ❝   𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞.    ❞  It was like magic, however, the grail had brought him back into the modern era. Quick glances around showed that he was within an empty hallway, his frame clad in the school’s uniform. Hmmm, this is an odd place to be summoned…did the grail call him here? Was there a magical threat looming within the school that he needed to put a stop to? Perhaps..but before he could do anything his eyes spotted someone FAMILIAR. “Lady Merlin, it seems you’re here as well..or perhaps it was you whom summoned for me?”

Liked for a 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 / @rake-rake

[thebctman]

I’m going feral over how Mel and Viktor’s parallels with eachother are rooted in magic. Both saw magic as their salvation and their prayers.

Mel is born with magic whereas Viktor sought it artificially. Mel is from privilege and born in wealth. She could see the sky as easily it was to breathe. She grew up in a culture that emphasized on physical strength. Viktor was born in poverty and Zaun’s inability to breathe set his life with a countdown. Zaun also valued adaptability and intellect instead. Mel and Viktor casted aside the mentalities set upon them by their mentors to fight for their own.

Both desired and dreamed to create their own paths with their own ambitions. Both saw and used Jayce as their way to do so.

[bakumatsu-assassin]

@homeport

On what should have been a typical late-night patrol, a man adorned in the traditional white robes of an Assassin found himself sprinting for dear life. His movements were a spectacle of agility, vaulting from one rooftop to the next, driven by an unseen pursuer. Earlier that evening, the Assassin had been on his customary route when he unexpectedly stumbled upon a surreal tableau in an abandoned thoroughfare.

Two figures—or whatever could be assigned that description—engaged in a battle that defied the laws of nature. Their strength and swiftness were otherworldly, a display of power that surpassed anything he had witnessed before. They wielded forces akin to sorcery, phenomena beyond his rational understanding. It wasn't long before these extraordinary combatants became aware of an inadvertent observer.

And so, the Assassin fled for his life, hurtling downwards into a dimly lit alley. His escape culminated in a graceful roll, his body colliding softly with the ground as he struggled to regain his breath.

[burnxngslash]

“That THING?! Me? Ugly?!” To hear such words used against him like that, ears draped low as the cat kept himself hidden within the confines of Akira’s bag.

━━   ❝   𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬.    ❞  Every bit of ‘joy’ was lost from his tone, but for the sake of the mission he needed to be stoic and at least CORDIAL. But he needed to ensure that him and Morgana were a packaged deal, a bundle. “Be careful what you call UGLY in these times.” Now..there was nothing left to do but escape back to his own home.

From her story he’s not the ONLY one packing a heroic servant, there were others because Akira’s put himself in the middle of a war..a damned war. He extends a hand upward once stepping out of the house, and from under the long and dark sleeve a hook attached to a wire was shot out, the hook attached itself against the edge of a tall building and swiftly pulled him upward towards the top.

Once he arrived at the edge his hand quickly pulls his body over it to land soundly upon the roof top. At the very least it explains how he’s been traversing across the city without being noticed by others..and this was probably the SAFEST way to get back home all things considering. Little did the thief know that his moments were already been monitored by a Servant from afar.

Dark claws tap at purple lips as she calmly listens to Akira speak. She doesn't seem neither particularly pleased nor bothered by the explanation of the facts that took them here, simple thoughtful of everything that is shared. He does, however, observe the other with a somewhat curious look until he finally speaks again.

"I am Servant, and I used to be an advisor as well. It is part of my nature to aid my Lord as he might need." she nods her head in agreement, standing once again and taking her staff from the air, "Although before that, I do have a question of my own." she spins the weapon in the air once, stopping it so the end is pointing towards the feline accompanying him, a pleasant smile still on her face even though it doesn't reach her eyes, "Do you need to take that thing with you? It's an eyesore, I'm afraid. I hate ugly things."

[valtsv]

[eyesteeth]

i think one of the things with the sibs that makes me go the most feral is just how little time they spent together.

when season one starts, they’ve been together for sixteen days. we then witness them spend about a week together.

in season two, they have a day.

in season three, it's an hour at most.

that is, generously rounded, a month. this series spans two years. they got to 'hopelessly and helplessly entangled' in a month out of two years. a MONTH out of TWO YEARS was all it took for them to change each other, probably forever, if they lived that long.

one of the theses of The Silt Verses is that platonic love can be just as devastating and life-altering as romance love and by god if these two don't embody that.

[thuganomxcs]

He began eating his fries, whilst looking at her..there was a certain shyness to her and it made him wonder if perhaps this is the first time someone’s invited her over to hang out or do something period. Almost made him feel bad for having his own 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 for asking her out here with him, he knew there was an alley not too far from here and judging from the story going around the school. Couples would walk in and the  men would be visited by a spirit..this was something the boys did to prove they were braver than most by ‘surviving the alley’. They would make a video of their travels and post the experience online.

MOST of these videos were normal however there were 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 that displayed something chasing those boys in the video, of course there were skeptical whilst the believers were spooked..so he needed to find out for himself..but he couldn’t help himself by having a wonderful time with her..as simple as this is. 

━━   ❝   𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞.   ❞ He spoke wit ha smirk on his face, hey if she wanted to prove she was a worthy contender to go up against the king of spice, then she was more than welcome to choose the locale where they served spicy dishes. “Hell, it doesn’t even have t’ be a spice challenge..if ya just wanna go out and hang that’d be great too.You’re not bad company at all.”

" Is - "

Her words are hesitant as she speaks, just a bit unsure about her proposal. He did ask her out and say suggest a diffrent food option even if he didn't choose said option -

For a moment she wondered if she made the wrong choice. Sakura shook her head at those thoughts because she had no proof of a no yet- So she didn't ask the words on the edge of her tongue and on her mind.

-that a bad idea ?

And then he said he'll keep it in mind and gave her a smile, one that made her face flush as she herself fought a smile. The slight cold in the building helping to ground her wondering mind.

" - you do want to hold a spicy eating contest then i feel like you have an unfair advantage since you'll be picking out the place "

Her words are just a little teasing as she speaks, he doesn't need to know that taste has started to leave her....maybe she should give in at the second dish ?

[desasterdan]

*eating my 99th chocolate egg today trying not to cry while I mass reblog fanart*

"Yeah I like Dr. Robotnik a normal amount. Why're you asking?"

[taintedlxve]

"Better her than me, frankly." That's fucking cold, Cyr.

[ivoryillistrates]

Made this for @shit-hell-no-radio!! I really like ur characters!! They are my comfort characters, so i drew them with mine!!

[incorrect-spiderverse]

*Miguel casually bleeding out on the floor*

Peter B Parker: "Is he going to be ok?"

Lyla: "Yes, just keep applying pressure"

Peter B Parker, leaning in closer to Miguel: "If you die, Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, and Hobie will have no supervision"

Lyla: "Not like that!"

Peter B Parker: "It's true!"

[cxdemusings]

@silver-strings-of-fate

A few months had gone by since that day in the engine room. They passed Christmas, New Years...it was spring now. Rehab, therapy, coping mechanisms, realizing what he could've done differently...

All of that was done to help himself heal, to better himself.

And now, he waited in the slight chill of the night air around the corner in the laundry area for a single sign that Leblanc would be closing for the night...to ensure they wouldn't have an audience.

An hour passed, then two. Upon nearing the third, he heard the chime of the bell and was quick to peek--and caught sight of Sojiro walking around the corner as he headed home.

He took a deep breath, then approached the door, turning the knob--It was still unlocked. Did that mean Ren was still inside?

A single chime of the bell rang above as he entered.

[puppiemk]

trusting the wolf

[thuganomxcs]

“What!?” Yusuke was shocked to hear that the person that made it a point to fight alongside him and NOW she wanted to make a tactical retreat? So what if things looked rather grim for them against the red-haired Rider? Yusuke still wasn’t sure of the situation but he knew with a few more minutes he could take this man down now that he KNOWS what he’s dealing with.

However, the look on her face, it told Yusuke that she was SURE of this choice to retreat. It wasn’t out of fear..she seemed rather calm as she explained it would have been the best thing to do. 

“HAHAHA, you’d best listen to your companion Boy. It isn’t every day you gain the option to lick your wounds in the hopes to fight another day. But I do see a flame inside you, gain more strength and then come find me.” The red-haired man said which angered Yusuke.

“Ngh..fine, c’mon let’s go.” Spoke the ex-detective as he took a hold of her hand and leads her out of the area. This was just his protective mode getting the hold of him. She was a new friend and of course he wouldn’t want anything to befall her, considering before the fight the red head spoke about their being more like him in this..‘War’. Which is why he was soo careful with her as their distance between them and the Rider grew larger and larger until they’ve arrived back into the city.

one  would  think  that  someone  would  be  prepared  to  fight  in  a  mage  war  such  as  this  --  but  that  one  person  wasn't  ara. to  be  honest,  she  wasn't  sure  what  she  was  expecting  outside  of  this  being  an  escape... but  the  winner  was  granted  with  a  wonderful  opportunity,  so  who  was  she  to  deny  herself  of  such  a  chance  ?

 but  that... came  a  price  of  fighting  beings  with  unknown  amounts  of  power. the  servant  before  them  made  a  factual  point... eyes  glance  over  at  the  other  before  her,  ❝  he's  right, i  don't  think  we  can  face  him  on  our  own... we  should  retreat. ❞  she  says,  eyebrows  raised  with  a  worried  expression.

[phoenixwithapencil]

Ignis is a strategist. Ignis knew exactly what the consequences would be, knew exactly how little his choices would matter- how they would not ultimately save Noctis-

More than anyone, Ignis knew.

And he put on the ring regardless.