#versin-surfin

[videoartiste]

”People are so afraid of death… ‘cause they don’t know when it’s gonna happen to them.” (versin-surfin, from Dan)

she gets funny looks now. hell, sara always got some funny looks, mostly from old people that didn't understand her dyed hair. no, these are from people that actually matter: friends, coworkers, new clients ... family when she actually sees them. the notoriety from encounters's last episode made sara somewhat of a phenomenon. until she wasn't, and now people just pitied her when they googled her name.

"i think a lot of people are fascinated by death, by the morbid. almost everyone. but no one wants to be the person that admits it." they'd look strange doing that, like a freak, and no one wants to carry that label over their head. "so they veer into the opposite direction to overcompensate."

[downspirals]

@versin-surfin ... liked (for forrest).

"i brought you water." he had also brought the other home. it was rare that anyone in town went to the victor's village, but forrest had made a few trips. almost all of them included making sure that haymitch made it home safe. "are you hungry?"

[lastxdragon]

❝ i only want to help you. ❞ (versin-surfin, from Jaime!)

@versin-surfin

"I know," Daenerys murmured as she turned from the view overlooking Dragonstone harbor where her fleet were moored. Her gaze took in the somber knight standing only a few feet away, taking in her tall, handsome, near-constant companion with a questioning glint in her amethyst eyes. It wasn't as if she hadn't wondered of the motives behind his devotion sooner, but there had been a great deal of planning and logistics to deal with before their arrival on Dragonstone.

"It may be a surprise to hear, but I do trust you, Ser Jaime," she admitted, crossing the distance to stand before him, her head tilting upward to meet his gaze. "You don't know how much I've come to appreciate having you at my side and how I hope you will be happy here far into the future," Dany continued, reaching out to touch his forearm.

[eclipsecrowned]

I don’t go here but tell me more about Evi your musings on her intrigue me // @versin-surfin

Were you a fan of Beauty and the Beast as a kid? Is Love Redeems one of your all-time favorite tropes? Do you enjoy 30+ year old women depicted as calm, cool, in control bosses who can have it all in the successful career, the enamored husband, and the happy family? Is the underdog destined to win in all your happy endings? Are you a firm believer in good things happening to good people? Is there a sense of certainty in you when you consider that love, not war, will save the world?

Then Evi Kh0lin is not the character for you.

Her story, as we know it, starts with her as a refugee from her homeland for reasons unknown, fleeing from one corner of the earth to the other with her older brother. Their peace is only bought upon promising her to a warlord -- a match made for her, not by her. So starts her tenure as a stranger in a strange land among the ruling family of the narrative.

The intervening years are spent as a dutiful wife, raising sons in her husband's long absences, and eventually dying. That much, we know for certain from the first book. Anything more than that is a heinous spoiler. She haunts the narrative even before we, the audience, are aware of her, a blast of Chekhov's bullet from a far future book, a sliver of the past that our protagonist cannot recall. She's a melody underpinning the song of her sons and husband, just under the wardrums and wailing of violins.

She wanted a better world for others. Her husband will either build it in her absence, or ruin any hope of such a thing coming to fruition.

[dumbthink]

@versin-surfin ... liked.

"are you just like..." they point to the squirrel. "is he like, your pet?"

[handicappedbuenchico]

@versin-surfin liked for a starter from Spencer!

Spencer hadn't meant to snoop around in the guy's head, truly he didn't. He couldn't exactly help it when his dream powers were trained to pick up on weaknesses in potential prey by an apex predator, along with his own mind having a heightened sense for negative energy, and this guy has A LOT of that in droves. Spencer saw things that, quite frankly, he didn't think he ever wanted to know. Especially now that he was out of the killing and torturing innocent souls game for good; he only wanted to lay low while head-hopping with Carlos.

"Man, I thought what happened to me for the past twenty-five years was a new level of fucked up, but whatever the hell you went through took the first shitting prize," Spencer spoke into the ether, which swirled with what he could only assume were his dream mate's memories, knowing that the stranger would most certainly hear and acknowledge his presence within the dreamscape now. He hadn't meant to go snooping, but now he wanted to see how deep this rabbit hole was. It wasn't like he had anything else to do with his infinite time.

[hvbris]

@versin-surfin sent: "If there's one thing the history of evolution has taught us, it's that life will not be contained." (versin-surfin, Marty for Salome) from: Jurassic Park (1993) starters

Black pupils -pitch black, like the darkest of nights- examined him silently. She was gauging him, deciding perhaps his fate. Which one did she find most fitting? Or amusing? Finally, she sighed, like a petulant child bored in the supermarket.

"It depends on the life, dear," she exhaled nonchalantly, absurdly long eyelashes caressing her cheeks as her eyes fluttered. Her entire skin was like a ripe cherry, red like fresh blood. "Some lives are easily contained. Piece of cake."

[sinnhelmingr]

"Hel? Why did you call Dream babygirl before he... y'know?" // ( @versin-surfin, for Matthew I know it's for why is Hel babygirl but methinks this would be funnier)

Trust the process. Trust the process. Grief is many different things to many different people. While she, personally, would never wish to know about the particulars of her own Lady's life behind closed doors, she will not refuse Matthew whatever comfort this will offer.

She can find no immediate reason why the raven requires this knowledge, but a voice that sounds more like her mother than her father demands she not judge. Her mother's blood cannot stop her from exhaling slow, though. This is going to be.... Something.

"We had a... Complicated relationship, Morpheus and I." It still tastes wrong on her tongue, that his truest name belong to another. She swallows the bitter pill all the same, wishing it wasn't metaphorical. Cyanide would be far more adept at getting her out of this conversation. "I suppose all his relationships were like that, thinking back."

"There were many long centuries where we only ever managed to antagonize one another, whether intentionally or by mere existence in mutual company. I suppose he wouldn't have told you, but our very first meeting terrified Asgard, for all the shouting and the curse-slinging..." She's speaking of girlhood, and thinking of the Globe, and Hob, and that damned Bard with his quill and paper. She ought to have sued for how the man stole the words from her mouth.

"Even as we... settled... old habits died hard."

Babygirl, you are strange and do not understand social cues.

It had been a quick jape in the modern vernacular. Matthew's grackle of shock, at the time, had certainly seemed like laughter. Even now, there was a mystery around the whole exchange, beyond how Morpheus hadn't sent her careening into some fate worse than death.

"It seemed the sort of thing I could get away with, after so long knowing him."

Get away with it she could. The novelty of that had worn thin many years ago. The only thing that still stunned her was just how intrigued by the moniker he had been --

[imprvdente]

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇@versin-surfin

Fish held up his gaze. "Tomorrow, the roof," she repeated quite solemnly. She didn't know what he exactly meant by 'good shoes', but she assumed that some sensible sneakers would do the trick.

And she was on the roof the next day, wearing blue sneakers (the only ones she had) and an all-black outfit to mimic the way Leon was dressed. She assumed it was more inconspicuous, and it also made her feel pretty cool.

Léon's eyes darted up for a brief moment, meeting hers. They were wide and earnest but with the desperation of the corsican hares he grew up with. Make one wrong move and she would be gone in an instant; whether back to her normal life or to her demise was up in the air, but it didn't matter. The child could survive the new conditions she found herself in.

"Tomorrow," he decided. "The roof. No one goes there at daylight." Selfishly he also wanted to leave room for visiting the cinema during his off hours, but that thought was best unsaid. "Tell no one, wear good shoes."

[somekindofstrnge]

where did you find this? (versin-surfin, Haymitch to Katniss)

"I didn't steal it, I just found it !" The words were blurted out before she could even register what the real question was, or who had spoken up to her. The only signal her brain sent to her body was that SOMEONE had walked up to her, which was enough to initiate a series of unconscious responses, starting with a sudden tension stiffening the muscles of her shoulders, followed by a rapid vocal answer. Startled, her hand had slipped, causing the blade she was using to pick under her nail to dig into the flesh of her thumb. "Shit." It was a mere cut, nothing to be anxious about, really. These past few years, she had gone through way, way WORSE. In fact, that one small incident annoyed her more than it actually hurt ; an insignificant pain compared to the hole that kept digging deep inside of her since Peeta had disappeared. Since he had been taken away from her so easily. She could've, no, should've done something about it. In fact, she could be acting right now, instead of sitting alone on the floor of a supply warehouse of District 13. But the wounds inflicted on her body from the last Games were healing way too slow for her taste. She'd rather put the fault of her self-isolation on her physical health than the bundle of emotions turning and turning within her head. There seemed to be no way out to the constant anger and sorrow which yet begged to be exorcised. The issue was, there was no one she could talk to, no one she trusted anymore.

Eyes squinting slightly, her head leaned back against the wall behind her. As much as she would've loved to avoid it, Katniss let her gaze cross his. The eyecontact didn't last long, however. Soon, she was looking away in what could be identified as shame as well as some sort of disgust. Not of his person, but of what he had DONE. "Oh. It's you." The tone of her voice was flat, devoid of enthusiasm nor hatred. It was simply ... empty. Ironic, wasn't it ? To sound so emotionless when her head was constantly buzzing with strong, sometimes contradictory feelings. Having acknowledged him, her focus went back on the hunting knife she had "found", resuming the aimless picking, though this time at the cuticle of her already damaged finger. "You can try to take it away, I don't care. Like I said, I didn't steal it, I just found it." Perhaps her voice had begun to betray a tad of frustration from his question. And she didn't feel sorry for feeling this way, just like he probably wouldn't sorry for resenting her after the way she had attacked him at the hospital. At least they were more or less even.

"Look, if you're worried about me carrying this around, I promise I won't come at you again. Also, if you want me to be the Mockingjay, you're gonna have to hand me weapons again. I just ... " A sigh escaped her lips, an exasperated one. Did she really have to explain herself to Haymitch ? "I just don't feel safe here. Or anywhere else."

[hvbris]

Isaac was not really fooled by lies. He could feel them, almost taste them, really. And while someone being nervous around doctors wasn't really worth noting anyway, he wasn't so sure this man was very... normal. There was something about him, something he couldn't quite pinpoint yet.

"Let's start with the beginning, then. Why don't you tell me why you're here today."

"Not nervous." Oh but he was, he was very nervous. He didn't trust authority figures, he barely trusted Quentin's friends; while his friend insisted it wouldn't be that bad, it would be just a regular checkup and everyone got one, and it would be repaid in snacks and answers about the stones, he didn't want to be alone with a stranger poking and prodding at him. But if he didn't kill this doctor, he would get answers, and that was enough to keep him placated for now.

Shoes scuff against the floor, betraying both nervousness and his age. Eliot had been to clinics multiple times, it would be easy to answer the questions about his meat suit. He had nothing to worry about, so why did the doctor make his eye twitch? He looks down at his hands, picking at his cuticles. "It's been... a while since I had something like this."

[eclipsecrowned]

🚩 Fan-popular ships and how they translate to rpc // @versin-surfin

In my experience? Poorly. Now more than ever.

It's always been that a ship gets popular and the fandom stagnates around them, with girlies setting a 'canon' for a non-canon ship and allowing no deviation from this blueprint they arbitrarily decided is Word of God, despite rarely resembling the muses in question or being in any way IC.

Add in a modern over-reliance on tropes and fandom's narrow margins of 'acceptable' shipping or characterization... I find fandom popular ships rarely translate well to the RPC. Don't get me wrong! They can! If I have to read fandom popular ships I'd prefer two writing partners bringing their own ideas to the table over one fic writer appealing to the unimaginative hivemind masses! But I notice some of that stagnation creeping in as well since probably 2019, a lot more than it did before.

I just feel like if you want to make a fic concept real, go write a fic, leave the RPC where people have their own independent takes and interpretation of canon/characters/dynamics alone. And definitely don't come in expecting to be top dog for writing two basic white boys du jour kissing.

[uselessdevice]

SEMI PLOTTED STARTER // @versin-surfin // & MINA

THUNK.

Leah couldn't help a grin as her knife hit the target, the dummy posing as a vampire caught firmly in the heart. Her aim was getting better everyday, but she couldn't help wondering how she'd gotten here.

One moment she was a young woman preparing to enter the world, thinking of her future husband and the life that might be waiting for her. The next? That life was here, and it was nothing at all that she'd expected.

Nothing she could have even imagined. A life fighting nightmares.

"How'd you cope with it? Finding out these things were real?" Leah asked, turning to Mrs Harker who was monitoring her progress. "I'm...honestly still afraid at night. Now I know the truth. You think that's silly?"

[hvbris]

@versin-surfin​​ sent: nothing's ever just a conversation with you. (Haymitch to Effie) from: JOHN WICK FRANCHISE (2014-2023) PROMPTS

Effie raised an irritated eyebrow at him, her hands still busy trying to properly place her scarf on her head. As if it wasn’t daunting enough to be living in 13 without her wigs or her makeup, Haymitch had to be even more annoying than usual!

“Well, what would you like to converse about, then?” she quipped, “the dreadful nature of this place? How everyone is wearing grey overalls? Overalls, Haymitch!”

[sinnhelmingr]

So does she find out like that one vine where the guy wakes hi roommate up only for another dude to also poke his head out from under the sheets or- (versin-surfin asking the important questions :3) // @versin-surfin

You know, it occurs to me that Redd has shipped Silas/Death/Hob since at least... 2017 I believe? And yet we have never established if at any point Hel is made aware all her closest friends are in a polyamorous dynamic. For all we know they've been like that since the 80s in-universe and Hel is still ignorant as of 2023. The lack of resolution here oh my God.

But the funniest way I can fathom is Hel on an evening out seeing the triad in question like 'ough, my besties (◕︿◕✿) i gotta go say hello' only for her companion to be like 'i think they're on a date.' and hel to call nonsense, they are all just really great frieWHY IS ROBERT KISSING HER BOSS LIKE THAT NO--

cut to hel sat outside the venue smoking and just. trying to cope as her dinner company tries to supervise. she's miffed, miffed i tell you!

[imprvdente]

MORAL ALIGNMENT TEST 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓 . 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

You are 72.5% good, 60% chaotic, making you chaotic good.

Chaotic Good

People who are Chaotic Good are strong individualists marked by a streak of benevolence. They believe in the greater good and being kind to others but have little use for laws and regulations. Their actions are guided by their own moral compass which, although benevolent, may not always align with the rest of society. They place a high value on freedom, not only for themselves but for others as well. Chaotic Good individuals intend to do what is right, but their methods are generally disorganized and may lead to conflict when they come into contact with those who prefer extensive organization and planning.

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