#verse:modern;

[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

[battleguqin]

adversitybloomed asked:

[ 📱 — sms ] was that pic meant for me?

[-sms]-

[sms]- ah, it was supposed to be for the group chat. Though yes, look how cute.

@adversitybloomed

[laflorenata]

☕ Our muses drinking something warm on a cool evening

Harvest moon | Accepting | @freliaes

     Days were ever sunny, still clinging onto the lingering days of summer like students staying in bed for a few minutes longer. Temperatures drop as the sun does still, but Rinea didn’t mind the chilly weather as much. A perfect reason for sweater weather and tasty treats. 

     Crowding the streets were colorful vendor booths from all over town gathered to sell its consumers said seasonal treats. Pumpkin smashing, carving, and picking were also a quite popular tradition, along with arbitrary fair games (slightly less rigged) and a live band echoed, even among a crowd of people. Suffice to say, there were plenty of sights and smells in the annual Harvest Festival, but her eyes are trained on the two mugs in front of her. Not even a gust of wind, try as it might, could sweep her off her feet. Head of periwinkle only looks up to find pale green in the midst of red, orange, and yellow hues. 

     “Innes, here.” She offers him a warm drink. “Ah, I should have gone for the bourbon hot chocolate after the case study.” 

     She sighs, pensive staring into space for a moment. Professor Clarke had his reasons for strict guidelines, and it was completed and submitted now, but still, it only added to the stress of her other course load.

     The night was still young and the weekend (mostly) free, so she shouldn’t fret too much, especially during a festival. Turning back to Innes now, Rinea raises her mug in a nonverbal way of toasting. She takes a long sip and the rich chocolate dances on taste buds before swimming down, warming her up from the inside out. 

     “Enough about school, did you happen to catch the latest episode of Forensic Folders?”

[clock-corpse]

♣ :3

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[Sakuya]: Do yutou likoe rays? 

[Sakuya]: Like to eat? 

[Sakuya]: O rm ice?

[Sakuya]: Ur dresased like cart

[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 ..  ❤  “

[verumaspectu-blog]

{ @vchihxnbu }

— “sasuke,” a yawn past tiers, palm raised to cover it. “it’s not that i don’t find your roommate issues particularly... riveting... but it is late, why are you really at my apartment?” not that itachi would mind, there would always be a spare room for his little brother. but sasuke was hardly the type to use it without reason. 

[tearbcrne-blog]

[ input user: @legendbegins ]

—— ☼ “Professor Cuer ?” 

—— ☼  The query originates from the student approaching said professor; a friendly, and yet unwavering gaze locked behind his eyes . This isn’t the first time he’s stayed after a lecture to discuss the history of his people, and likely won’t be the last . While some figures are much less receptive to his knowledge, this history professor seems not to mind his nigh-incessant corrections .

—— ☼ (Passion for his past must come with the title of Heir, he supposes .)

—— ☼ “The Sheikah word for ‘king’ is pronounced pos’rinon . I am quite happy you listened to my advice about pronunciation last week, however — I almost let this one slide .” A lilting laugh follows this, hidden by a hand that drops as quickly as it raised . 

[riggingswinging-blog]

✥ //cackles

     Well, there go his plans of keeping it lighthearted and fun. The second he spots him from across the room, his mood is immediately dampened. Why the hell did Mori have to show up? He eyes him suspiciously from afar for awhile, before going back to his drinking. Well, maybe if he avoids him, with a few drinks, he can forget about it and go back to having fun.

    ——— That was not a good idea. An hour later, a very, very drunk, and very irritated Motochika continues to glance over at his so-called nemesis all night; he absolutely cannot get the other out of his head. It is seriously pissing him off, seeing his friends enjoying themselves and speaking to that… that asshole. Mori doesn’t even look like he’s having a good time, and fuck, he’s so pretentious. 

     One too many drinks, and his mind is far too clouded to hold himself back, he makes his way over to the other, and slams him forcefully against the wall, clutching the front of his shirt in a balled fist. His hands are literally shaking, he’s so unbelievably infuriated just being in the same room as the man in front of him. A more feral, primal part of his mind takes over, as he bares his sharp teeth, eyes wild and frenzied— and he crashes his mouth against the other, biting down hard, and he tastes metal in his mouth— blood, he realizes— and it hits him what he’s doing.

     When he pulls himself back to look at the other, he doesn’t give his ‘rival’ the chance to react before his fist comes down, hitting him square in the jaw. Finally, finally, he gets a grip on himself, holding his arm with his other hand, panting. Get fucked.

[anakinskywalkrx]

@amidalc

Anakin silently tiptoed towards Padmé until he was standing behind her. Then he threw his arms around her before placing a few kisses on her neck. “How is my favorite woman in the whole galaxy doing today?”

[ofsugarandice]

@madexfthis​ ——— continued from ( x )

         Rhett could only avert his eyes, chin tucked toward his chest, sigh a deep, full sigh, shake his head and turn his back on the very naked, very attractive creature of Heaven sitting at his table expectantly awaiting pancakes.  “Pancakes it is.”  He said in his ‘of course you’re sitting naked at my table why can’t you be normal for once’ voice and made for the pantry and fridge, gathering up the necessary supplies.

         “Pancakes, really?”  Rhett asked as he started measuring out milk and flour, turning with an inquisitive lift to his brow and a smile at the edge of his mouth.  It just seemed so... human.  He’d half expected, when he offered to make Velius something to eat, he’d get some answer about barbecued babies or freshly abducted virgins.  When he glanced over at Velius he could see his bare chest, the muscles of his arms where he leaned them on the table, and immediately felt heat rise into his cheeks ( he was thankful for the thick scruff of his black beard, it hid most of the blushing ) before he looked back at the bowl, beginning to mix the batter again.

         “No syrup or butter?”  Rhett cleared his throat and tried to keep the conversation on the food and not about how Velius was in the nude and looking as damnably attractive as ever ( it wasn’t fair when you got to pick the way your body looked, Rhett guessed ).

[the-crimson-haired-princess]

An embarrassing meeting

@bite-x-the-x-bullet

Ears caught onto those words as she turned her head to look at source of the voice. Of course she wouldn’t trip and fall down, who even does that? If it were a manga cliche then sure...and besides, she’s not clumsy- And as soon as she did turn, the female tripped over her own legs landing on the floor.

....

Nice job Yona. First class landing.

Slowly, she picked her self up...along with parts of her dignity that weren’t yet broken. Brushing off the dust and dirt from her rather expensive clothes, lilac hues now traveled up to the tall male. Pale complexion, unusual hair, handsome features...and...a rather distant look in his eyes.

“Guess your warning was a little late.” Jokingly, the redhead tried making this the least embarrassing as possible. Though before an answer even came, she just shook her head composing herself complete. Taking a few steps closer, now she stood in front of the silver haired stranger.

“Thanks for the attempt though. I go by Yona...and you are?” Offering a bright smile, she couldn’t help but be slightly curious about this person.

[laflorenata]

🧶

Harvest moon | Not accepting

     Volunteer work, while not required by the university, always looked more attractive and it helped the community just a little. The dance club had signed up to do needlework with the elderly, mostly as a way to spend time and keep them company. For a dance team, she finds it a bit odd that they wouldn’t simply perform a routine if it was cheap entertainment the organization wanted from them. Appeal to the targeted audience and all that, so embroidery and knitting it was. However, the girl still found it hard to focus or attempt at making her own neat, it felt as if every stitch woven took a year off her lifespan. 

     “Lene.” She nudges the girl beside her. She wanted to try and dip out of the home, but felt eyes on them from all around. So, she might as well make light of the situation. 

     “This kind of looks like a leaf, right?” She holds up the hoop, a giant ball of orange, red, and yellow with messy long and short lines of floss woven (or attempted so) through it. Whoever created those aesthetic embroidery hoops of flowers and bikes had the patience and hand of a saint. Or maybe they had a lot of time on their hands. Laughter erupts from her as she admired her own mess.

     “On second thought, maybe I should say it’s abstract.”

[timelineshenanigans]

So mirai is from Mirai Trunks timeline right? Okay but-what would modern Mirai look like them?

;;maaaybe something like this? smol Ultra brat tbh. Definitely thinks shes the strongest. Loves hanging around her grandpa.

[damnbutcher]

‘ Of every offensive thing you’ve ever said to me, that might be the worst because that insults my intelligence. ’

MEME: scandal // fates worse than deathSTATUS: accepting!

         Though he made an attempt to not show his exasperation in that moment, Charles was too much of a reactionary sort incapable of shielding his emotions to do any such thing.  With a roll of his eyes he looked away from her, a hot sigh of breath exhaling from his nose as he kept his lips pressed tight together.  What else could he say?  And how?  Charles only knew how to speak what words came to him, he wasn’t capable of sugarcoating them or keeping from saying the truth in how he saw things.  He was never the sort to be clever enough to mind how he spoke.

         His gaze swung back to her.  When he spoke next, his voice was less filled with the passionate rage which often accompanied the words and, instead, held the exhausted piece of his soul he hardly let show.  ❝ What do you want me to say, Megan?  I’m an ex-convict.  I never wanted to tell you, but things are serious here and you deserve to know.  Everything I am.  And you have to see it.  You and the girls don’t need someone like me in your life.  You deserve someone better. ❞

[verumaspectu-blog]

{ @sageheir }

— “sasuke is out on a lunch break.” which he did take early, but itachi can’t boss him around these days. perhaps he should have, maybe then would his roommate not be here, looking like a deer in headlights when not greeted by the more familiar sibling. “you are more than welcome to wait... actually, why not join me in my office? i have not seen you in a while, naruto.”

[bootleggedpoisons-blog]

verses

Main verse

Delilah is alive in the 1920s, she runs a business making and selling potions and poisons and frequents speakeasies. 

this verse will be tagged - verse: bootleged witchcraft

other decade verses 

nothing changes but the decades

1800s-1900s: tagged - verse:magic under wraps (this one does have an appearance change)

1930s: tagged - verse:1930s

1940s: tagged - verse:1940s

1950s: tagged - verse:1950s

1960s: tagged - verse:1960s

1970s: tagged - verse:1970s

1980s: tagged - verse:1980s

1990s: tagged - verse:1990s

2000s: tagged - verse:2000s

2010s: tagged - verse:modern

more will be added as i think of them