#verse:modern AU

[betweenthesinnersandthesaints]

New Muse Added

Name: Anne Boleyn

From: The Tudors/ History

FC: Natalie Dormer

Verses: 

-Doomed Second Wife of the King-  This verse follows the regular timeline of the show/history. Threads during this verse will take place during this time and end with her beheading.

-Mother of the Future King AU: What if she hadn’t miscarried her son? What would life be like for Anne now that she has fulfilled her promise to Henry, but knows her husband has lost interest in her? 

-Divorced Instead of Beheaded AU: Instead of the trumped up charges that led to her execution, Anne and Henry divorce, leaving her the Marquess of Pembroke and the mother of Elizabeth, who is still declared a bastard but gets to be raised by her mother.

-Regent of the Future Queen AU: Henry dies from his injuries received in the joust, leaving Anne as the Regent to their young daughter, surrounded by her enemies.

-Modern AU

[anakinskywalkrx]

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☏ - for my muse to leave yours a questionable voicemail (possibly drunk)

The voice message Obi-Wan had left him while he had been sleeping was rather odd...? It was supposed to be sexy perhaps it would have been if he had been drunk as well but he wasn’t.

[Text: Obi] Are you okay? Do I need to pick you up somewhere?

[fistsofunity]

@riggingswinging​ is getting an extra special Valentine ..  ❤

          He’s nervous. God, is he nervous. He really shouldn’t be, why is he ?   Most likely because it’s the first time he actually gets to celebrate the holiday with someone dear to him. With romantic intentions.  Sure, he’s indulged with friends and family, eating convenience store chocolate and lamenting singleness in hearty jokes, but this was a different matter all together. The cold does little to calm the heat pooling in his cheeks, little shakes more than just shivers in the chill February air, as numb, scarred fingers clutching pretty plastic wrapping that decorate a bouquet of roses, the brilliant crimson petals seeming to compliment the flush that runs up his neck. Ieyasu at least brought some chocolates, homemade and bundled up cutely in a petite sachet (there’s more cheaper, store-bought brand in his rucksack, in case Motochika had an appetite that went beyond his baking capabilities). He seeks to hide the nervous color by bringing his scarf up tight once he steps up onto Motochika’s porch.

             As he rings the doorbell, he finds himself briefly second-guessing. Is this too soon ?  Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t in Motochika’s taste, he might not like all the gooey-ness or the cheesy gestures ..  And it’s only now Ieyasu is praying that none of his rowdy roommates answer the door in his place, he already feels a bit weak in the knees and full in the heart, and while he loves all of Motochika’s friends to death, right now he just wants to see him before he second guesses himself any further ..

               .. And it’s when he sees him open the door, a single blue hue meeting a pair of lit up golden orbs, does he realize all of his fretting was for NOT. To watch him realize Ieyasu’s intentions, to see him startle and even fluster a bit, oh, it had Ieyasu delighted so. He always aimed to impressed, and his nerves melt into a warm glow, smile outstretched into something more elated, as if that was enough of a gift. 

     “ Happy Valentine’s Day, Motochika !   I, ah, know I told you I was coming over, I hope you don’t mind all this .. This isn’t everything, though, uhmn .. “  He crooks his finger shyly, as if urging Motochika to lean down a bit, before he takes matters into his own hands and leans up himself to plant a gentle little kiss on his lips, lingering for a beat before pulling back, smiling all the brighter as he gauged his reaction.  “ There can be more of that later, too, if you like ..  ❤  “

[mogars-archive]

►〔 A: × LIVE WIRE.﹞

He was so fucking screwed.

Michael clenched his fist, extinguishing the flames that had been nipping at his palm and curling around his fingers, instead smoke trailing out from the spaces between his hand now that the fire was out.

"A little too late for that." He grumbled, staring at the ruined lazy Susan, burnt to a crisp charcoal and still steaming to the touch. Not that it bothered Michael much, anyway. The heat had never bothered him. He'd learned that pretty early on in life, when there was a small fire at his house and he'd ended up getting burned. Or at least, he should have, considering he'd caught on fire and all, but his skin never once heated up or showed any signs of any burns.

It had been pretty difficult to explain to his mom and to the paramedics, to say the least.

 Letting out a resignated sigh, Michael gave the lazy Susan one last annoyed look before swiping his phone off of the counter nearby, stuffing it in his back pocket and heading out the front door to work.

He just had to make it through the day. That was it.

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Except, it turned out, making it through the day? More difficult than Michael had expected. His temper had been running hot all week, and Michael knew that it wasn't good. Usually he could keep a lid on it, contain his anger to a manageable level (yeah, okay, fucking laugh it up now, go ahead. Manageable, you say) and where his 'gift' wouldn't show itself. But sometimes. Sometimes, his anger got the best of him, and he ended up exploding into flames.

Literally.

  And with Gavin up his ass, being the most annoying piece of shit ever to walk the fucking Earth, and his computer refusing to render the recording properly without fucking crashing every FUCKING time, Michael was at his wits end. 

  The mouse in his hand was clenched so tightly there was a distinct 'crack', and Michael was pretty sure he was seconds away from crushing it. "Fucking finish," He whispered to his monitor, watching the progress bar slowly inch its way across to 96%. "Come on, come onnnnn..." He hissed, leaning in closer. 97. "Just a little more...Don't fucking crap out on me, not this time. Not again."

98.

"Yes, yes! Yes!"

99.

Michael let out a breath, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin.

99.

99.

...

Error.

Render failed.

"NO!" Michael screamed, leaping out of his chair and almost throttling the life out of his monitor, his fists clenched into tight balls and raised over his head, almost like he was getting ready to pound his desk and shove everything off of it.

  He could hear crackling, a distinct noise that popped in the air, and the smell of smoke and fire. Flames were lapping not only at his hands but at his forearms, licking their way across his skin and reaching out into the air to find something substantial to latch onto and spread. 

"Shit." Michael cursed, shaking his arms and watching small fire sparks fly off of him and hit the floor, too tiny to actually keep burning past a second more. It was a good thing no one was in here with him - everyone was on break, and everyone knew better than to come in when or after he had just finished recording Rage Quit. 

It didn't change the fact that anyone could still walk in on him any second now, which meant he had to calm the fuck down and get rid of the fire creeping across his arms like well-fitted gloves biting at the air and shifting, growing every second. 

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"I dare you!"

Sexual tension sentence starters

It was not possible that he heard that right... But the way Padmé was standing right in front of him her eyes not leaving him while she waited for his reply. “Hold on are you being serious?” He could feel his cheeks turn hot and he looked at his tiny girlfriend with big eyes. 

“But what if we get caught?” He stammered looking around as if afraid someone would walk in any minute. “Not that I don’t want too I just... “ Anakin swallowed hard his hands running up her sides. “Are you sure?”

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" Sometimes I can’t go to sleep at night because I can’t stop thinking about you. " ( SORRY I JUST HAD TO SEND THIS RANDOM ASK IN BYE )

Random asks

“Aren’t you being a little dramatic now?” Anakin asked smiling despite it being the middle of the night, because of how adorable she was. “Come here you. You do realize you can just sneak in through my window and join me anytime you want don’t you?” 

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“stay with me tonight” (uni au tho)

Put "stay with me tonight" in my inbox for my Muse's reaction to yours asking mine to spend the night with them.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Padmé.” Somehow he had ended up staying last at her place as the party winded down and everybody went home. He hadn't even noticed them leaving to engrossed in talking to her now he had the chance. Here they could pretend that he wasn’t one of her many students and that she wasn’t his professor.  They both were drunk and this was in general just a bad idea even though the invite was really tempting. “I can just call a cab and get back to my dorm... This isn’t the first party I leave drunk.” 

[anakinskywalkrx]

❛ You’re not in any kind of trouble, are you? ❜ (maybe modern?????)

“What makes you think that?” He enquired looking at his beautiful girlfriend. It had never been his intention to worry her. Perhaps he shouldn’t have acted this strange that morning, but it was not like he had much of a choice. Anakin wanted it to be a surprise so he could hardly take her along to pick out a ring.

It was just a simple gold ring, he did not have that much money and the little he had was needed for their future child. Perhaps asking her to marry him was too soon they were both so young. People would gossip and tell it was just because he had knocked her up but that was far from the truth. He loved her with every fiber of his being ever since he was old enough to know what love was.There was no one else he could imagine marrying with.

“I’m not in any kind of trouble I promise. I was just doing some chores for my mom.”

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“Why did you stop me from killing him?” (idk rush being mean to ani in modern)

“Because I’m tired of all this.” He gestured vaguely with his hands in the air. “I’m tired of him showing up everywhere and trying to make us life miserable. I don’t get why he keeps holding this grudge. You don’t have to sink as low as he is Padmé. You are better then that.”

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“You’ll be glad to hear that I’m not wearing underwear today.” ( MODERN LOL bc she would never in canon )

They just were in the middle of a normal conversation about school when she casually dropped that fact in the middle of it. His mouth dropped slightly open and for a second he didn’t remember how to breathe. Once he realized how ridiculous he was looking he tried to keep a straight face, which proved to be a lot harder with the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing anything under that skirt of hers. “I... Just... What was I saying again?”

[anakinskywalkrx]

❥

Show A Little Skin Meme

Send a symbol for my Muse’s reaction to yours unintentionally (?):  ❥ - Bending over in a short skirt / shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty

He wasn’t sure what to expect after spending a drunk night at her place. Probably her chasing him away in the morning but instead he found her downstairs doing yoga. The sight in front of him left little to the imagination her butt stuck up high in the air in one of those yoga poses (what was it called again?) only wearing a pair of leggings and a sports bra. 

No one could blame him for staring right? What a good start of the morning.

“Does every guy that stay over wakes up to this?”