#verse; tbt

[foreverascout]

@arrowablaze

"There you are" Jean whispered to himself, reaching for his bottle that had fallen between the bleachers. Once he had it back, he sat and took a sip from it, watching the end of the cheerleader's practice. Might as well enjoy the view now he was here.

Once the girls had finished and scattered he swung his bag on his shoulders and set off, spotting one of the cheerleaders hanging around. She had her back turned to him, hair tied in a loose ponytail, but even from this distance, Jean recognised her. He’d seen her around before, always with a smile and usually with some kind of snack in hand. Today, though, she looked like she was just winding down, completely absorbed in her stretches.

Jean approached, casually tossing his water bottle between his hands. “You guys work hard, huh?” he called out with a smirk, his tone light but curious as he leant against the bleachers. “Guess I underestimated you. I’ve seen you out there keeping up with the football team’s energy.” He nodded toward her, genuinely impressed. “I’m Jean, by the way. You’re Sasha, right? We share a class”

[desireshonour]

@misshclly sent ; [text]: My roommate just said that Lola Bunny is hot. I’m moving out.

[ honey ] ; 0615 — there's always room here with me if you want it

[eggspresso-a]

closed starter with @drrobctnik.

how long had it been since he last saw the doctor? he had lost count as the weeks slowly turned to months, and months to years. the last he had seen of the man was the transmission he sent out before choosing to save the earth from its demise.

why had he done that? because of him?

had the doctor just taken him with him to the ark the earth wouldn't have mattered! instead he chose to be a savior at the end of it, and though the transmission was meant to bring closure it did anything but for the sycofriend.

if anything it drove stone mad, and the man soon was toiling away in one of robotnik's hidden lairs. grief stricken and feeling a whirlwind of emotion he works on failed experiments from the man for longer than he could remember. then he got to thinking about the multiverse, and how if it were true then the doctor was still alive. there was a timeline where he lived, and stone was still with him. the thought floored him, and if he could find said timeline he could easily eliminate that stone and take his place, and have the doctor back right where he belonged.

years he spent researching, years he spent studying those stupid rings and seeing if they were capable of multiversal travel. in the end he was right, and as a portal opened up he could see robotnik on the other side. not wasting a moment he quickly steps through, but it was only when the man looked utterly baffled at what just happened that he knew something wasn't right.

he did not look like the doctor, save for them having the same face, no. something was definitely wrong. the realization however happened slowly, as by the time it had struck the portal had closed and the ring outright disappeared. then he focuses his attention back on the man, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before finally speaking.

"you are not my..." he pauses again, feeling a lump form in his throat before he swallows it down and continues. "you are not the man I had hoped to find here."

[taleswritten]

@reining-disaster sent Rein tentatively walked over to Orin, a blanket in his hands, lips drawn out in a thin line before he spoke, "You look cold," he pointed out, "Will you finally accept my help or...?" He raised a brow, shaking the blanket, a bit, "Do you... Need to vent? Just... Tell me what would help."

Orin glances up from her spot on the ground at the tent she has claimed as her own as Rein approaches. Her eyes narrow at him, her teeth clenching together but she refrains from hissing at him like she wants to.

It is not his fault that everything had been a lie, it is not any of their faults that Bhaal doesn't care at all.

She's lost, unsure of where to go from here. She does not accept the blanket even as her body trembles from the cold. Her outfit does very little to warm her.

"I do not know what would help. I need to stab some wretched flesh suit, i need to spill gore and sinew. I want to rip intestines out of some meatbag's skinsuit. but you and your group of meat puppets will not let me."

[wrathbit]

feel like i need to kick-start some interactions… anyone want a starter? main verse, and for those who haven’t checked out my carrd, that means peter is 39 (and a single father)

[pridewaited]

starter call. for the silliest guy ever, i need to update my verses and pages

[lifesver]

it's like you never had wings

[murderreign]

@demonwebs | Cont from here

This wasn't his first time at an event like this, but no matter how many times he attended, he would always feel out of place. Wealthy aristocrats and politics, all things he'd never cared for. No, he wasn't here for any of that.

He eyes those around him, looking for a prize to take back to the temple. His gaze finally falls on long white hair and striking red eyes. Oh this one was gorgeous, he always liked the pale haired ones, the blood always showed up so nice in contrast to white.

He was quick to approach, seeing the elf bat his pretty little lashes at him. That was all the invitation he needed.

"Oh, you were? I suppose I should feel honored. You have the prettiest eyes, you know." He lets the other take his hand, liking this ones boldness as his hand is placed on the others waist. He would take great satisfaction in having a bit of fun with this one first, and maybe he would keep his head afterwards. He had such a pretty face, he could enjoy it for a while longer and he needn't worry about rot so long as he used a little Gentle Repose.

Feeling the other elf press close, he finds himself struggling to keep his demeanor. But no, patience was required here, they were at a party and he owed him a dance first at the very least. As he looked at him more closely, he notes the blood on his lips and he fights the urge to lean forward and lick it off. No, he could wait.

"Whatever you like, my dear." He doesn't want to admit that he was enjoying the reversal of roles at the moment, that it felt like he was the one being seduced instead of what he'd come here to do.

[knightdomain]

@burninwrath sent: ' IM GOING TO CRUSH YOU IN MY PALM. '

“You won’t defeat me that easily, Monster…!”

His chest heaved heavily, the motion visible despite his armor, the blonde forced to one knee as his blade sheathed itself halfway within the ground. Hearing about this man—This creature—and everything he wanted to do or have done with this kingdom had the polished Knight stand up and do what he was destined to. Protect. He had to protect her, and the kingdom she called home; and he would do it time and time again to ensure the safety of the princess and everyone who lived under the kind reign of her family.

A sharp inhale hisses between his teeth; helmet long tossed to the side; blonde hair swaying in the wind and the golden colour nearly glittering from the suns beams. “I will not…yield! You will not get away with this!” knight’s voice raised as he grabbed the hilt of his blade and pushed himself up, ripping the weapon from the ground and pointing his blade at the Monster before him. Turquoise gaze narrowed in the presence of the beast as he stood his ground despite his injuries and dented armour; despite the fact that he knew his life could end here—He was willing to take that chance if it meant he could protect everyone one last time. This was his duty; a duty he had been born into and a duty he would continue u til his final breath.

“Fight me, Monster!” He yelled, cape whipping around behind him from the wind. “I’m not done with you yet!”

[howlrs]

hi. important announcement. this song has completely ruined me and made me feel a little bit feral about band/musician AU seph thanks. LIKE IT'S IMPORTANT TO NOTE??? 99% OF WHAT THEY PLAY IS METAL AND THEY DON'T SING??? UNTIL THEY DO??????? AND IT'S THIS?????????????????????

[4lexnilsen]

“why do you look like that? i told you i was going to be a sexy nun for halloween this year. it’s not my fault you didn’t believe me.” / because we had to have a thread of this actually

the smell of cinnamon might still be wafting through the air,  but alex nilsen is no longer quite so deeply immersed in this little baking project of his.   a batch of pumpkin cinnamon rolls forgotten entirely,  even if specks of flour are still dusting his apron and chin.   bright blue eyes nearly popping out of their sockets,  he finds himself gaping dumbly at his girlfriend,  unable to utter a word for a long,  long moment.   clad in a habit that’s anything but ordinary,  she’d most likely leave even the most liberal man speechless.   the outfit can only be described as a provocative play on tradition with its seductive lace accents,  black fabric so tight and short that it barely covers her backside.   “honey,  i —”   how is he supposed to take her to a party hosted by bryce when this is what she’s decided to wear?   a whisk remains frozen mid-air,  alex’s surprise is so profound that it’s a wonder he hasn’t yet dropped the mixing bowl.   well,  this is something straight out of a fever dream.   or a nightmare.   “you do realize that my family is deeply religious,  right?   and my brothers’ children will be there,  too?”

[marshalforgotten]

Finally! A concept for her Sonic verse! At least in flat colors. 😃

[huntershowl-moving]

@chaoslulled said:

is that  …  blood ? *gojo

IT IS BLOOD. A LOT OF BLOOD. though it blends near-seamlessly into persephone's clothing under the pitch-dark sky, the dark splatters on her face — and the iron tang in the air — are unmistakable.

shit. bad luck. normally, hellhound's blind rage only cools down once everyone in the vicinity is dead. they're careful to plan their kills so that minimal, if any, bystanders are caught in the crossfire and mauled, but occasionally someone is quiet enough that she doesn't notice them. either someone escaped her and called that stupid school, or ...

... well. it wouldn't be a stretch to say he found them on his own. hellhound isn't exactly stealthy — the barely-human screams of rage, the ripping and tearing. most simply lock their doors and windows when they hear it beginning.

most.

dark eyes lock on the spindly form in front of her; hellhound bares her teeth, takes a step back. even now, after expelling so much of it during her attack, cursed energy leaks from her body through the ends of her hair. if he were anyone else, they would simply push themself farther than usual and kill him on the spot. ( but he is not anyone else. ) time is ticking — they need to get out of here before the adrenaline crash hits.

❝ walk away, ❞ she calls out, voice a low snarl.

[swordluck]

⚘ starter for @whitesharks

Horace’s absence was an amputation. Days were relentless – nights even more so – and both were insufferable alone. Anri had no choice but to learn to live limbless, to travel in silence, knowing that to call his name would be to draw attention from them. They wandered the streets, operating on instinct or perhaps a distant sort of memory. Swaying, jaws chewing cudlessly, hair matted and falling out in unkempt clumps. Eyes were capped milky-white and by all rights should have been blind.

Rain added to her misery. It soaked the tips of blonde hair that stuck out from her hood, it saw the ground turn to muck, mud clinging and caking to Anri’s boots. Her trail could be tracked, each footstep leaving a crater. Prey animal, fawn-like and fearful, with a fever burning in her blood. Living in imposed solitary, she could not say where she picked up the sickness.

Sunlight leaked from the sky. Eager to escape the growing dark, to rest the bones that ached, she closed herself inside what had once been a pharmacy. Air once clean and vaguely antiseptic was now stale, leaf little blown in to rest among the snowdrifts of scattered pill boxes. Picking through the chaos of its shelves, she found a box of Panadol and dosed herself, the powdery pills washed down with sips from a room-temperature bottle of water, plucked from the tomb of a glass-fronted commercial cooler. The taste of plastic laced her tongue as she settled on the floor behind the till counter, shrugging off her rain-soaked coat and repurposing it as a blanket.

[feareborn]

Whose gross dog is that

Also old endfinite drawing this doodle built off of below (thinking this doodle endfinite after more corruption in nullspace after decades / centuries)

[puckish-rogue]

what do you call two octopuses who look the same?????

itentical

" I'm starting t' think the universe had us meet just so you could act like my personal tormentor. I guess this is the best they could do since jail don't mean shit to me. "

@finalsol