#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

[notwithoutsins]

Rosemary had always been wild at heart, a warrior. She always dreamed of being more then what her father thought of her. She would go against her father's back to train with the men in their village, sneaking out out their home. When she was supposed to be inside cleaning and cooking. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father never let her forget it. She knew how much he blamed her. It was clear that he hated his only daughter. Rosemary was never treated fairly and it showed daily. She was always brushed off, almost forgotten.The only time she was ever acknowledged by him, was when she was forced to go to festivities. These festivities weren't just a normal gathering, it was a place for slavery, women were sold and bought. Her father only cared about money, not her. Before she was never accepted because she was too young, but she had turned 20. Everything changed. Rosemary begged her father to reconsider, that she was his daughter. It went on deaf ears as she was handed over like some dog.

It was the first and last time she saw her father before he turned his back and left. Rosemary's beauty was something every man wanted. There wasn't a man alive that didn't place a bet for her, but only one bet a large sum of coins for her. A cruel man, a king of a neighboring country. She fought like hell, but she was overpowered and dragged onto their ship. She was beaten when they saw fit, and was forced upon when the men had their needs to be met. She was the only female.

When the moment presented itself Rosemary took action, killing two of the men that stayed close by. She didn't care how she did it, but she was getting off this ship. She knew she was out numbered, but before she could make her way to a smaller boat that was tied to the ship she was caught. She struggled, fighting off the brute but not without being stabbed twice and the feeling of her body falling from the ship and then the ocean swallowing her whole. She didn't remember how she even survived or how she had gotten to Norway's doorstep.

All she remembered was waking up in a place that was foreign to her. Instinctively she tried to fight off the woman that was treating her. Until she was calmed down and explained where she was by the most beautiful man she had ever seen, their general. That was a month ago, and now she has made a new home here. She understood the conditions that had been given to her. She was an outsider, they knew nothing about her, she was to be watched but before long she proved herself, and they accepted her as one of their own.

She was still adjusting, but these people have grown on her, almost like family. They treated her fairly, and never once did a man try to put their hands on her. Rosemary was pulled out of her thoughts when one of Levi's men came to her and told her that he wanted to see him. She gave a nod and made her way to Levi's quarters. She couldn't lie she had become drawn to the viking general, he was a mystery to her, something she wanted to unravel. She was hesitant to do so, her own issues holding her back. She never had a great relationship with any man.

They always wanted something from her. Rosemary stepped into the room. She felt her body react to the sight of him. Gods, he was gorgeous. She let her gaze trail along his body, before meeting his gaze. She took a few steps forward meeting him halfway. "You wanted to see me?" She spoke, her words heavy with that Cuban accent. Her brow raised as she listened to him. He wanted to know more about her, which was fair. He didn't know much about her since her dramatic arrival. "I could say the same for you, Levi." She laid a gentle hand to his arm. Had she really taken the time to process what had happened to her.

Was she really willing to tell her story to a man she barely knew? She owed him that much. It wasn't fair to lie to him. He had been so welcoming of her, warm even. Something she never received from any male before now. "You really want to know?" She questioned, her eyes searched his face. He was genuine in the way he asked her. He had never pried her about this before. So, why now? She let out a soft sign, pushing back a strand of hair back behind her ear. "I didn't flee Cuba. My father sold me to a black market, where I was sold as a slave to the highest bidder. A king from a neighboring country bought me." There was fire in her eyes as she spoke. Just rehashing the moments of what happened to her made her angry.

How could her own father sell her away as if she was nothing. Her gaze fell away from his, her jaw set, tensing at the memory. The burning feeling of tears brimmed her eyes, blurring her vision. She would not show weakness in front of him. She wasn't the type to let her emotions get the best of her. "They took turns raping me. When that wasn't enough entertainment for them they beat me." She said through clenched teeth. "I took my chance when I saw it. One of those brutes caught me, but killed him. That's the last thing I remember." Her gaze met his once more, There was burning determination in those green eyes. "I want to make them all pay."

@notwithoutsins Gets a Viking Starter , Because reasons

FOR TODAY, WE WRITE OUR NAMES IN HISTORY!! The Enemy had surely fallen, bloody and defeated by the sheer mass of there bountiful strike. The injustice brought to there doorstep, where they lay there head at night. It had came so vastly , that none had seen it coming in time. You rape and murder one of there women, then you will be conquered. Ansel still grieved the loss of his child and wife, but his rage consumed the very andskoti  [ Translation; Enemy ] that had dared to enter there lands an prey on a woman in her most vulnerable state.

The English had thought they could send in one of there own, to steal & pillage The Vikings of Norway. But didn't think that it would get noticed, that was a mistake on there part. Rosemary, had brought attention to Levi after witnessing the , what they believed to be a English Man there to make peace and bring connection between The Vikings and The British People. It should have been a sign, the English had been a enemy of theirs for so long now. How had he so easily, allowed that Jævla Svin [ Translation; Fucking Swine ] passage into there lands.

Levi was the Leader, The General of the Viking Army. He was the Viking lord, ruler, Chieftan. So to of learned he had allowed dishonor and danger in. He had became angry with himself. But with the win , he had felt more accomplished and vowed to his people that no more would he allow a stranger into there lands again so easily. There was much drinking and feasting that had happened upon there return home. Lighting up the spirits of the others. Everyone was fired up teeming with excitement. But now, the halls of the throne room lay quiet and empty, except for Levi. Seated on the edge of the throne. Hands clasped together, face full of complacement as he found himself deep in thought.

The slightest of creaks pulled him from his thoughts. Deep ocean blues raised, to find Rosemary. A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he watched her with intent. She was strikingly beautiful, and he had found himself growing more and more falling for her. Yet, he hasn't shown it, or even made a move. She has been in there colony now for close to a month, and she has proved herself to be trust worthy. After finding her, injured and barely conscious outside there gates. He had her brought in and tended too. But told her that they knew nothing of her, or her intentions. So, she would have someone watching her, and with her at all times. But she came to the aid and protection of another Viking, more then once. Since then she has been excepted into there world.

Standing up, he took few steps toward her. He had asked that she be sent in to see him. He wished to speak to her about, her life before here. He knew nothing of why she had been found outside of there gates injured. Or why she had fled from Cuba in the first place. Plus, he just wanted to see Her. He had a few of the women here who have been bedding him, and dancing around him. They were after the spot of, His Wife. But where they were all very fuckable, he didn't have feelings for any of them. But Rosemary, she had captured his attention. And after a little bit in her company, he had started falling. And Sex hadn't even transpired between the two of them.

❝ Rosemary, thank you for coming! I think you know by now you have been accepted into our family as one of our own. I wanted to talk to you about, what made you flee Cuba. And why you came here? I just want to get to know, YOU?! ❞

[lifesver]

it's like you never had wings

[pridewaited]

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

[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!”

[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?”

[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.

[gravesung-moving]

chef/cafe au thoughts.

suguru caught a lucky break right out of culinary school and his career skyrocketed — maybe he owned an upscale restaurant. became known at first for his superhuman palette, then for a specific menu he did based on human vices that was meant to make the experience feel like eating the crimes of humanity (but in a delicious way) (you KNOW there was some kind of fucked up ortolan shit involved). kind of cutting edge and out-there, which is how it became so well-known so fast

but he tried to take on too much. crashed and burned, ended up at rock bottom and the restaurant closed. he sold the space and moved away with his daughters and never looked back. got chewed up and spit out real hard.

and like.... initially, he had this idea, right. his first ever idea for a restaurant was a laid back cafe (OBVIOUSLY called blue spring, who do you think i am) with a constantly rotating seasonal menu. but it got shot down by his mentors and colleagues because it wasn't haute cuisine enough, he couldn't get investment or funding for it. shelved it for the [unnamed for now] upscale place

but switching careers would mean wasting the last ten years, so he says fuck it. FUCK IT. he'll do it — on his own this time, with full creative control. the girls are teens now so they help him out with the designs and crafting the menu. it's cozy, but the food slaps and there's a new menu every month with some evergreen dishes he always has on there

the business is slow to start, but he's happy with that — he doesn't publicly link it to his name, tries to stay out of the press. just tryna live slow and spend time with his girls that he wasn't able to before!!!

postscript:

there is a gojo-shaped blank space in this verse because i have not figured out what to do with him yet — at least in verses where he's a past figure in geto's life. can vary by partner/thread, probably.

potential conflicts: wuh oh, the press find out / kenjaku as his old mentor who pushed him way too hard / the substance use issues he thought he had under control rear their heads again / pspsps bring in your muse's antags / general slice of life/ship conflicts

[murdermade]

Like this if you'd like a starter or meme from tadpole'd Orin. Basically, she and durge switches spots and she's the one without her memories. she's still bat shit insane (think harley quinn type) and murders enemies brutally but at least she's not actively trying to kill the party/everyone she comes across since she's no longer trying to prove herself to bhaal.

[lifesver]

NO ONE SAVED YOU.

(aka the worst most fucked up au for leland and maria we've written)

[murderreign]

that hurt my feelings. now we're both in the wrong.

"Are your feelings really as fragile as you are?" Serkan takes hold of his chin with a very intentional gentleness, as though Vhaal really were like glass to him right now. Of course, it was all in jest. He knew Vhaal could have a dagger across his throat before he could blink, if he so wished it. He didn't truly underestimate him in the slightest.

In fact, he'd very much approve, if Vhaal wished to give him a little demonstration.

"I expected more from you... my little spider." He digs his nails into his face, just enough to bring beads of blood up to the surface.

[heireign]

also I’m thinking lotr rhaenyra is a descendant of fingolfin, finwë’s eldest son, and most specifically his second son, turgon, who’s second child and first son with his wife elenwē sired her father.

[huntershowl-moving]

developing heian era seph has been soooooo fun i LOVE learning new bits of history i didn't know about before. she walks around in a hakama despite being a married noblewoman who SHOULD be wearing jūnihitoe (a twelve layered kimono), but would like to have the freedom of movement to swing a sword around and it isn't exactly like someone can physically stop her. they've tried. LSKFJHKJD

(reference for the usual courtly clothing below the cut! she also didn't blacken her teeth, because she wants to look like a dangerous animal more than a bride. <3)

[manslaught]

it's almost embarrassing, the amount of thought and effort she's put into one person in the last twenty-four hours, because she's never even come close to doing anything similar for anyone else. but despite staying out late, she'd woken up early, although that was fairly easy when, finally, she was too excited about something to want to stay in bed. she left early enough to pick up food for the both of them, although she knows there's always the chance that the effort might have been wasted, because she didn't tell tai the night before that she planned on picking anything up, so she couldn't warn her not to have breakfast before— but she can't find it in herself to care, especially as she watches @ladyintree approach her truck, unable to stop herself from smiling.

“ nice jacket, ” she comments the moment tai opens the door, because she finds it amusing that they chose to wear the same thing, although it's not like it's the first time. mikayla forces herself to look away from her, reminding herself that they're in daylight now, so she can't let herself admire her until they're somewhere further away, looking down at the bag of food instead. “ i, um, don't know if you ate, but— i got you breakfast. ” her grin starts to widen, voice dropping lower. “ even though i already fed you yesterday. ”