#.verse tbd

[lietwice]

@jsbashirmd said: "i’m so happy to see you, but i take it something went terribly wrong if you’re here."

JULIAN'S VOICE ALMOST SURPRISES HIM. It shouldn't --- he is in the doctor's quarters, after all. Different to his quarters on DS9, but very Julian all the same. He's stood by the wardrobe, rifling through it for something warm, when Julian wakes. He's left Essan nestled against a chair arm in the other room after feeding him using Julian's replicator, so Garak faces Julian alone when he turns towards the bed.

ONE COULD SAY SOMETHING WENT TERRIBLY WRONG. Lots of things, actually. For one, Garak has accidentally adopted a child at the least convenient time possible. "Hello, Doctor." He's holding one of the thicker items of clothing from Julian's wardrobe. "I do apologise for the intrusion." It's so good to see him again. To see him asleep had been lovely enough, but to see him wide-eyed and blinking up at him... oh, he's as beautiful as Garak remembers. His dear doctor. He'd like to reach out for him now, take one warm human hand in his own, but he's not here for his own benefit. "You are... correct."

AT LEAST, TO SOME EXTENT. Rather than explaining verbally, he turns and makes his way back to the sofa, where he left Essan. Two empty plates --- both scraped clean by Garak on behalf of himself and the hungry child --- sit nearby on the table. A small Cardassian boy, perhaps four years old, is curled half-asleep on Julian's sofa. Like Garak, he looks less than healthy, though he additionally sports a feverish glassiness to his eyes, and has his little legs drawn up to his chest in what could be fear, pain, or discomfort. Garak wraps him in the jumper he's holding and lifts him into his arms. As soon as he's moved, Essan makes a small, upset-sounding noise, and presses his face into Garak's shoulder. "I'm sorry," Garak tells him softly as he turns to see whether Julian has followed him. "Doctor? I have a patient for you."

#verse. ( tbd. ) #jsbashirmd #illness tw #medical tw #health tw #answered. ( how mortifying to be the one who remembers. )

[dramatisperscnae]

@thecreativeforge [Forehead touch prompts || accepting]

[ EXHAUSTION ]:     having just overcome a massive obstacle (e.g. using a massive display of their powers, fighting through a sizable army, embarking on a perilous journey, writing up a PhD thesis etc.) the sender and receiver reunite, and the sender drops their head forward to rest against the receivers, thoroughly exhausted but glad to be reunited at last.

Why did hell have to break loose so damned often? After a certain point, shouldn't there be no more hell left to break loose? Dick took a few seconds to look around, leaning against the remnants of what had been a wall until about ten minutes ago. Yet another fight that left half a city in rubble and had needed some serious heavy hitters to resolve…but they'd come through it. He was eexhausted, bloodied, bruised, but still standing.

Pushing off the wall Dick started off through the wreckage of the battlefield, eyes scanning for a flash of red. Not the red of blood - there was more than enough of that as it was - but a brighter, distinctive shade. He'd seen the arrows, heard the smart-assed comments over the comms, knew the man was here somewhere; he just had to find him.

It took a good few minutes, given he had to pick off a few stragglers, but soon enough the man he sought was there at the end of the street. Blue eyes brightened behind a dust-stained mask, exhaustion forgotten as he broke into a run.

"Arsenal!"

Dick threw his arms around the archer, pulling him into as tight a hug as he could - one shoulder had been dislocated in the battle; he'd reset it but it was still angry at him - before pulling back enough to rest their heads together out of sheer relief. "…still the proverbial bad penny, huh?" he asked with a warm smile. "Just can't get rid of you."

#thecreativeforge #dick ic #dick verse: gone solo #dick/roy: ship tag tbd #[surprise you get BOTH PROMPTS]

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince

"We'll start small", Catherine had said. "We'll start with Henry, and work our way up to Bea and Pip. You'll see - they'll understand, darling." Arthur wasn't so sure, but he wanted to believe. The cancer had been supposed to be fatal. Irrevocable, the hospital had said. They'd advised bedrest, somewhere warm, and between Catherine and Mary, which looking back was never a good thing), they'd decided it was best for Arthur to disappear until they knew, one way or another. He hadn't, however, realised that disappear meant dead. That his children had been mourning him all this time, and that Catherine had been pretending to go on charity excursions. "It was as good as charity," she'd joked, and he'd frowned at her. He was angry and horrified. Insisted that he be reintroduced to their lives, demanded it, in fact, or he'd find a way to damn well get back. "It won't be easy," he'd been told, but he didn't care. So they'd started with Henry. The youngest, the softest, Catherine said (though Arthur privately disagreed), the one least likely to snap after realising that he'd been lied to half his life. Once more, Arthur wasn't certain he agreed, but they had to start somewhere. It took some planning, and he wasn't sure how Catherine was even going to tell Henry (surprise, your dad has been alive this whole time!) or the others, but he had to trust her. He didn't have much choice. Catherine had flown Henry and his partner in from America, and on the flight over she'd decided spur of the moment, it'd be better just to... wait. Henry wouldn't believe her if she told him, and their relationship was not great. It was better, she thought, if Henry saw, if he and Arthur had that wonderful moment she could almost imagine in her head, the two of them running toward each other, that beautiful family moment., then everything would make sense and be forgiven. It would be perfect.

Since his father had died, Henry felt like the colours of the world around him and the gilded cage he was trapped in had faded to a dull grey. He'd lost most of his family in one fell swoop; Dad was dead and buried, Mum was absent both physically and emotionally, Philip had apparently decided to follow Gran's views on pretty much everything, and Bea had gone completely off the rails as she searched for her next high.

In short, life had been pretty shit - would've been unbearable if it wasn't for David, Pez and now Alex.

He'd been curled up in bed with Alex and David when Mum had called out of the blue, asked them to come back to England as soon as they could. Of course he'd agreed; Mum had called to ask, and that in itself was something to sit up and take notice of. She wouldn't say what was happening, though, and neither Bea nor Philip knew what was going on - they hadn't received a call, though Bea was threatening to just show up anyway ( for moral support, she'd said, though Henry thinks that she might just be nosy ).

That's how he'd ended up here, stood in the gardens of Kensington Palace with Alex's hand clasped tightly in his own as they waited for Catherine to meet them, politely admiring the rose bushes with quiet murmurs.

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( HENRY ) #WITH; ( CATHERINE ) #VERSE; ( TBD )

[tobeblamed]

starter call . 🤠 seasons / verses to pick from available here.

#pls specify a season or a verse if you wanna receive a starter faster #it makes it much easier for me to filter out storylines #ooc. #tbd. #this post will self-destruct #hehehe #CRIES IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I POSTED ONE #I NEED IT

[aregebidan]

i might have missed another usage of "schism" in the podcast but they're rare enough that these are the only ones i've spotted so far. if the word "schism" in TSV specifically refers to a literal splitting of the nature of a god between groups of believers, it would be. very interesting to say the least to see how a potential schism interacts with the trawler-man's already dual nature (and possibly be relevant to his erratic behavior with carpenter + the disciples who were eaten along with the sacrifices?)

#something something it was i who killed katabasian mason and sister thurrose with a shard of glass and lied about them... #the silt verses #tsv spoilers #tbd

[normaltothemax]

“M’fine. Why do you ask?” He’s facedown on the floor; sort of the definition of not fine.

#✦ ic: clint barton #✦ verse: tbd (clint barton) #✦ open starter: clint barton #✦ open starter #idk i wanna write but i also dont wanna write jafeelme #so we'll try just a little thing #edited bc this is actually what i wanted him to say idk why i didn't put it the first time

[tartt9]

Jesus fucking Christ, if she isn't tired of Roy fucking Kent. It's just a loan, she's only here until June, but she doesn't know if she can hold out for that long. She's admired Kent for ages, so she thought playing with her would be fucking fun, fucking exciting, they'd take the WSL by storm. Kent to Tartt to the back of the fucking net, again and again and again. Of course it didn't work out like that. Why would it? Why would Jamie expect Kent to like her? Fucking stupid. Never put your hopes on a footballer. You'll always be let down.

Jamie all but shoves past Kent on the way to her locker, jaw set. It's like they can't win a fucking match. Tenth is a fine spot to be in - in the Prem. In the WSL, tenth is two spots from relegation, and Jamie won't let that happen on her watch. Another fucking loss, to fucking United, of all clubs, 1-fucking-6. Might've been 1-5, if there'd been VAR to help them out on that last one, but there's not, so it isn't. Jamie likes to think that they could've put up a fight if Kent passed to her, but she didn't, so they didn't. It's fucking embarrassing. She turns to Kent, unafraid to start a spat about this. "Why the fuck won't you pass t'me? I'm your best option up front and we both know it."

@eulogier

#eulogier #eulogier [ roy ] #replies ! #verse name tbd

[sxmnus]

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · ROMY &. CAELUM ( it’s sexy sunday )

      ❝ what the fuck is this...? ❞ eyes narrowed at the sight of a banging body on his phone screen, hand coming up to cover his face that started to glisten with excitement. the number was unfamiliar to him but it didn’t matter, didn’t change the effects it had on him. huffing a laugh, he started to wander around his bedroom, pacing as fingers hovered over the keyboard to think about what the hell to text back, finally settling for something simple enough. wondered if this was on purpose or a mistake.

[sms] caelum: nice tits. is that all for me? [sms] caelum: trying to get me hard this late at night?

#( caelum verse | tbd. ) #violcntdeliqhts #hope this is okay

[indirecticn]

@dr-foster

how it begins is purely accidental. at least, that's what he says to himself when recalling the heated moment outside that grimy excuse for a tavern in this spit of a midgardian city.

he didn't mean to follow the man, it just happened his path was also loki's path. he didn't mean to catch the man unawares when the man began to fumble in his jacket for what loki realizes is something of a knife.

a poor excuse for one, but sharp and winking in the moonlight, and a danger to midgardians at least.

but what loki did do, with all the intention to see it through poured into the action, was catch the man's wrist and twist it behind the man's back until the bones gave a most satisfying crack, paired with the man's hoarse holler.

and a woman's scream, there was that too, and he supposed she never had any intention of being mugged so two accidents and here loki was doing the right thing. sort of.

he had thought of it as a one time deal, a sort of, well.. i didn't MEAN to cross that path but since i DID, and since i needed a little action to work out this frustration on, why not save the day, just once?

but then it happened again... and again.... and again... and each time it became a little less accidental until loki was now watching for a foul midgardian to fuck up and deserve a bit of godly retribution. thor couldn't know, nor his friends, nor val (well maybe val would understand, he thought.) because they would put a stopper in this delicious new drought he was imbibing.

heroics in the shadows allowed for him to release the pent up energy, the pent up... something, gnawing at his bones like nidhoggr at the roots of the world tree. whatever it was he refused to name it and instead sated the sensation with blood and bone from those who deserved to have both spilled and broken.

it was a shame that his secret had a life of it's own and seemed to guide him to cross paths with yet another letch following some woman on purpose.

because the woman, in question, happened to be... " my lady, are you oh-oh fuck me with a norn stone."

loki had a foot on the man's back, the midgardian knocked clean out, and his hand had reached out to none other than doctor jane foster. of all the fucking people!

#verse: tbd #dr-foster #sajflkajflakf im so excited for this

[damnedrainbows]

Alastor wasn’t accustomed to just waiting, for any means. When he wanted something, he got it then and there, by force. Yet leaving himself without the rope he could yank upon at his whim, he found he had no choice but to wait. And he did, in the darkness of one of his oldest friends’ bar.

He sat, almost casually, and poured twin drinks as the evidence of Husk’s endeavors stayed by his side, filling him with more rage by the moment. But there’s no reason they couldn’t discuss this over a pleasant drink, now was there?

After all, maybe he was simply misinterpreting things. Certainly the feline wouldn’t be stupid enough to give in to the temptations that had led him to the green chains, now destroyed somewhere in the nether—where he supposed all ‘unclipped leashes’ went.

Golden fangs glinted in the dark, and his dials threatened to shift manically, with the urge to grab the idiot by the throat and throw him into the bar cabinets. “…Husker!” he chirped, all disconcerting sweet smiles as he saw his form slink in. “Pleased to see you made it home in one piece! Did you have fun?” He hoped so, because it had ended.

@hazbinned

#OHHHH BOY I AM EXCITED #TREAD CAREFULLY HUSKER #(verse: tbd) #hazbinned

[dramatisperscnae]

@thecreativeforge [x]

Deliciously remarkable dinner and a pleasant walk through the luscious green gardens at the local park, and yet nothing compared to the absolutely stellar of Dick Grayson's. Roy and Dick scarcely had the chance to have evenings like these all to themselves, especially with his princess Lian getting her fair share of Roy's attention, but finally being able to be out an about with his bluebird... It was an absolute treat, and Roy had a terrible sweet tooth. Their heated kiss finally broke, and Roy took a soft breath himself, forehead pressing against Dick's as he cackled to the sound of his question. "Why do you think I wanted to skip dessert?" He teased and keaned in to press another featherlight kiss to those addictive lips in spite of his breathless tone. "Had I not been a polite gentleman, I would have considered taking the main course right there and then." Crass, maybe, but it was intentionally exaggerated, and he knew Dick was aware he was just being blunt to make a point across. He pressed another firm kiss before inhaling sharply through nostrils and pulling back, flashing Dick a more tender smile. "You ok? I didn't hit your head too hard on the wall or something, yeah?"

Dick's cheeks, already faint pink, flushed darker at Roy's words, an eager light in his eyes. His hand tightened a little in Roy's hair, pulling his archer that much closer. Main course, was he…? "In public? Scandalous even for you, Roy," he teased back, knowing full well it had been exaggeration to begin with. Didn't make it any less fun to joke about. All just a part of the game.

He leaned eagerly into Roy's kiss, letting out a soft hum of pleasure before the hand in Roy's hair slid down to cup his cheek. "I'm fine," he assured the other, thumb brushing over Roy's cheekbone softly. "More than fine." Another kiss, then Dick leaned forward to nuzzle against Roy's ear, lips just brushing over it as he continued, "…now are we gonna stand here all night…?"

#thecreativeforge #dick ic #dick verse: gone solo #dick/roy: ship tag tbd #dick thread: date night

[leschanceux]

@amillixnvoices asked ❝ be quiet and kiss me. ❞ -

"Is that an order, your highness?" Alex questions, eyebrows raised high as he gives Henry a look that speaks of complete innocence, like he's not deliberately being a brat, like he's not deliberately holding back from obliging, pressing their lips together hungrily like they both know he wants to.

#amillixnvoices #THREAD; ( ALEX C. D. ) #ANSWER; ( ALEX C. D. ) #WITH; ( HENRY ) #VERSE; ( TBD )

[darehearts]

since i spent 6+ hours shopping for my trip to see danversiism next month,  i'm completely beat for the day.  i will hopefully be on tomorrow  ♡

#i also channeled my academy verse jim kirk and bought some #converses so that was good! but anyway! happy weekend~ #tbd

[pu1itzer]

not me thinking how much i want to rewrite mos . . . gdi !!!

#tbd . #it's a good movie but there was so much more potential #really think sam lane shoulda been in it #and more daily planet scenes #oh and cameo or something involving lex #and bruce #SO MANY IDEAS IN MY BRAIN CELL #i might write some in depth canon divergences for the dceu verses

[sinfuljackpot]

+ @webxfshame / @webxfsin asked: ✋for the other cheek too

+ And there it was . There was no turning back now . Certainly not when her other cheek had felt the same sharp treatment it's twin had . Tossing the finished round of laundry into the basket at her feet, Mary Jane slowly turned , teeth sucking her bottom lip under them for a moment as she found herself grinning at her husband . Oh, she was going to have fun with this . Leaning back against the dryer, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, clearly intent on teasing him with showing just enough of herself .

" Either put me over your knee, Tiger, or rip these off of me. Either way, you are not getting out of here without making it up to me . "

#webxfshame #verse: tbd

[cruoren]

me wanting to be here vs me clutching a new blog to my chest,

#you'll never guess who it is. i'll tell you. it's raoul from phantom of the opera 🥰 #i used to write him and i miss him. #with a bunch of crossover verses. i carry him like a puppy by the scruff & drop him into anything & everything. #ive been having such a bad year and none of my blogs feel.. comfy to me. #i think i just need a quiet lil space. #with a cap on following and exclusively plotting-based. #tbd.