#;; verse tbt

[nebula-drcams]

@dark-overcoat asked: 🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away (For the starter meme thingy)

Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters || Always Accepting

Usually in this city it's quieted down by now, but for some reason it's busy as can be, something Nimue's not too thrilled about. Trying to get home so she can at least feed her cats, she wishes she didn't leave the house today. Then again, she wanted to spoil her pets just a little bit so she went and got canned food. That aside, she's trying to get through the crowd, grumbling to herself, but that all comes to a halt as she hears sirens that are approaching where the crowd was. What exactly happened?

"You've got to be kidding me... I just want to get home. What the hell's happened this time?" 

She's not even surprised, just tired, and go figure it's on the way to her home so everything's blocked off. It looks like she's stuck here until the crowd disperses from whatever it is they're trying to look at.

#darkovercoat #★ ►𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼◄ ⌠ Nimue Umiko ⌡ #verse tbt #★ ► ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴍᴏꜱ ◄ ⌠ In Character ⌡ #★ ► ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ♥◄ ⌠ Ask Answered ⌡

[c1tyhaunts]

@recitedemise : “I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love — We are good people, and we have suffered enough.”

Anyway did y’all see the WONDERFUL Lilah & Gale Chrimbus piece Dean did for me??? Look at these BEAUTIES

#▶⌜ch. lilah eve lyons⌟ #▶⌜lilah lyons. visuals⌟ #▶⌜int. lilah & gale⌟ #tbt lilah/gale ship tag #recitedemise #DEAN I AM STILL SCREAMING AT THIS #IT’S SO TASTEY #verse tbt

[humanitysong]

how much time had passed since vash had been placed here? he could barely remember - days had bled over into weeks, months and finally years. his very way of thinking had changed, seeing things more and more like a dependent plant and less like the individual that he was.

it had been nick walking into his room that had stirred those old memories again. the flickering memories of people - people he had cared for. he still struggles with all his memories, or rather, with remembering to be himself but little things like this helped.

for one he now knew he could escape his tank. so worst case he probably could go from there and fully disappear.

the creature looks at nick with perhaps uncharacteristic awareness. vash tilts his head to the side, eyes glimmering with amusement as if he wanted to ask 'what? it's supposed to be hard to escape?'

vash however does listen to the second request and lets go of the box but not without putting his paws on it, giving the cover two little taps. two. he wants at least two donuts !

// @pacifistwithagun ( cont ).

#pacifistwithagun #❝ ᵖᵃᶦʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒᵒᵗˢᵗᵉᵖˢ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁿᵈ ❞╱ threads . #verse tbt #[ took a lil BUT I GOT TO IT !! ]

[heaven-said]

“It’s shedding again.”

✞ " I... see. But-- that means they're healing again, does it not? Perhaps your new plume shall be brighter, brother. "

Ever diligent, ever loyal, and once his claim to devotion is staked in you one shall never be cured of him again. Only the most severe of burden in his heavenly duties could prevent the younger brother from appearing in that doorway, usually with some kind of treat in hand, a peace offering, a promise of good intent.

This time, the tray he brings is set aside for the moment so he can manage their problem. Feathers, piling up in their bed, no doubt. " Fret not, I'll tend to it. Are thou feeling well enough to sit forward..? " He was quite the efficient nurse, fast but gentle, no matter the issue, he never complained, never hesitated. He will simply find from the nearby drawers the necessary tool to groom out the loose feathers, perhaps wash them with something soothing if they itch...

#{{ TIME FOR THE SUFFERING AU I AM THROWING US INTO IT-- }} #verse tbt #themosthatedbeingg #✟ [ 1. ] → { 𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑. } ⋰⋰ i.c. #✟ → { inbox. } ⋰⋰

[misplacedreporter]

melpcmene replied: vash immediately just goes: "yessss!" pumps his fist in the air as he cheers

"Don't be weird!" Honestly. She scowled at him. "Why're you so excited about it anyway?"

#melpcmene #verse tbt

[shadovan]

@intothewildsea sent:

She can't help but be a tease, giving him just a kiss on the cheek. She would give him more, but...he has to work for it, first. She grins up at him, waiting to see his response.

His bottom lip jutted in a small pout when all he received was a kiss on his cheek. The disappointed expression disappeared quickly, though. Yes, he could play this game if that was what she wished of him.

With a flick of his wrist, a rose appeared in his hand, long stemmed with petals so black and soft that they looked as if they'd feel like velvet. It was a cliche gesture as he offered it to her, but one he still enjoyed they sentiment of, none the less.

"What would you like?" He curled an arm around Niamh's waist... and slowly tugged her closer while leaning to whisper in her ear. "Roses? A dance? A declaration of your beauty? Say what you desire and it will be yours."

#intothewildsea #pending Niamh tag #Verse tbt #Letters & Whispers;; Answered #Times Passed;; Queued

[dalishborne]

“  i don’t wanna get up.  ” (Doesn't have to apply to the meme <3)

Morning After Starters (Selectively Accepting!)

Revenelan chuckled softly as her fingers gently threaded through Vasco’s hair, cradling him against her chest beneath his bed sheets. His bed, always his bed; though her clan had caught wind of the burgeoning connection between her and the sea-captain, she wasn’t ready for the torrent of questions and curiosities that would follow the revelation of their bond. Revenelan and Vasco could only steal fleeting moments together, their responsibilities pulling them in opposite directions for weeks. She wished to stretch these stolen seconds, uninterrupted and devoted solely to him.

They lingered in this embrace, a tangled web of limbs, silently basking in each other’s warmth, slipping in and out of sleep to the comforting thrum of their beating hearts. Revenelan looked down with a tender gaze, her lips curling into a content smile. From her view, all she could see of Vasco was the top of his head against her, his cheek pressed to her blackened chest. The covers were snug under his strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as if she might slip away at any moment. Yet, Revenelan had no intention of leaving; she wished instead to meld into his very being, to be closer to Vasco than the depths of his own soul.

But how foolish to entertain such a love, destined to end. Revenelan stilled, her face falling. That venomous voice had returned, breathing life into the murky doubts that tainted the edges of her bliss. He is of the sea, and I am of the land. When all is said and done, would it be right to anchor him from the waters he calls home? Would he even wish to remain? Revenelan knew she was bound to the life she was born into, the role she was destined for. She could never leave her clan for such selfish desires; and Vasco...

Revenelan swallowed thickly, her head tilting to observe her lover's face, grateful that he had chosen to rest his eyes, shielding him from her doubt. She studied him—the chiseled edge of his strong jaw, the soft curve of his lips adorned by the unique vallaslin of his sea-faring tribe. She traced the straight bridge of his nose to his low brow, gingerly following the blueish tattoos that adorned his face. The reality of her dark thoughts settled in, that her time with Vasco would likely, inevitably end all too soon.

She tightened her arms around Vasco, burying her nose in the crown of his dark hair, inhaling his familiar scent of sea salt and earth.

“Let’s not, then,” Revenelan murmured into his hair, planting a kiss before she continued. “Let us stay here, close our eyes, and pretend that time has stopped around us. Just a little longer.”

#seeasunset:vasco #seeasunset #ic. #ask. #MEEP #it got angsty aslfghsaf #also i didnt realize this was a starter meme alkjskhgh it turned out more drabble-y #my bad #verse tbt #au tbt

[herosugarsmoved]

•• " I feel like baking some cookies.."

#•• All of you should fight me! IC #verse tbt #he can't decide what kind he wants to make though #❥ Open starter mutuals only

[code01746]

@enruiinas ❤️'d for a thing.

　it had been a traumatizing thirty-six hours.

for rosinante, for law, just… everything. he had never been more physically & emotionally spent in his entire life than he was in that moment, sitting hunched on the floor of a room in the first inn he stumbled across during their escape to the next town. he was finally taking stock of his own injuries—both the hastily patched ones from his run-in with the barrels pirates and new ones sustained during the fight with vergo—for the first time since the moment he scooped law up and ran. everything hurt, but he’d live.

he had to beg for this room—beg and pay three times the price, that is—but rosinante did what needed to be done. in all honesty, he was moments away from pulling a gun on the innkeeper, but paying was probably the ideal. he’d pay anything. he would have offered up his own organs up as collateral if that’s what it took.

law would be safe. law would be warm. law could sleep in a bed for once rather than on the hard planks of their (now abandoned) skiff. that’s all that mattered.

rosinante wouldn’t sleep, though; for starters, the room only had one bed and, while it was large enough (though, nowhere near as long enough for rosinante) that they could probably share, law’s comfort took priority. more than that: he needed a lot of space to get to work understanding not only how his new devil fruit power operated, but how to rid himself of the white lead in his body. rosinante could only offer vaguely helpful suggestions from the perspective of a fellow fruit holder—about how a devil fruit’s powers are usually ‘activated’ by thoughts, or gestures, or commands—and comfort through soft touches or words of encouragement, but ultimately he couldn’t do it for him.  

law figured it out, though. it took several hours, and even more time to rid his tiny body of as much lead as he could before he just couldn’t resist his exhaustion anymore, but of course he figured it out. this little shit was the smartest kid rosinante ever met, after all. 

still, rosinante wouldn’t sleep. for hours, he paced the room—to his spot on the floor, to the bed, and back to the floor again. checking his pulse. feeling for a heartbeat. listening to breathing. fully prepared & unprepared at the same time for any sort of emergency.

he left the room exactly once; it was a torturous few minutes, but he needed to get law something for breakfast. he couldn't remember the last time he himself had eaten, and he didn't like what that spelled for his little doctor. he knelt beside the bed, giving gentle squeezes to one shoulder until he got movement in response.

　❝ hey, law... buddyーlet's get up and have some food. and drink something, too, while we're at it. d’you think you can sit up for me, sleepyhead? ❞

　rosinante was not above entertaining the idea of hand feeding him from his supine position like a servant would hand feed his king if that's what would encourage law to eat, though.　

#enruiinas #verse tbt #absolutely under no circumstances feel pressured to match even half of this btw; i'm just insane & can't shut up/reign my thoughts in ever. #long post //

[ceaselxss]

"...blunt force trauma..."

Coming too in one of the medical rooms was disorienting. He could hear the medics talking in quiet whispers, concerned voices.

"... he's been... three days..."

He tried to open his eyes.

"What is your name?"

"Tseng."

"Do you know where you are?"

"I would assume medical, at ShinRa HQ in Midgar."

"Good, that's good. How old are you?"

"Twenty-five."

The doctor paused and Tseng didn't miss the concerned look his nurse shot him.

"Right... And... What year is it?"

"2000."

He was kept under observation for a week more as they ran tests and asked him questions. When it became clear that he was maintaining new memories, they began to explain what was happening.

Focal retrograde amnesia. He'd taken a blow to the head during an assignment and he'd... Lost seven years worth of memories. By the amount of damage, it was likely to be temporary but they didn't have an estimate as to how long before he might recover.

He had to be briefed in all that had changed. He was no longer Second of the Turks, he was now their leader - though Reno would be leading until he recovered, as Reno was the current Second. Most of the Turks had been killed in a mission that the medical staff didn't have a lot of details for. Only a handful of them remained. Similarly, SOLDIER had lost a large amount of their number.

Recently there had been what people were calling Platefall; and in response to it, violence at ShinRa HQ had led to the death of the President. His son, Rufus Shinra, had the helm of the company now. On top of all of that, General Affairs was no longer its own department. The hierarchy he knew was completely missing.

It was... A lot to take in, especially when Tseng didn't trust that the staff actually knew the details of what they were talking about. He'd have to look through Turk files later.

Though Reno would remain in command, it was suggested that Tseng attempt to embrace familiarity and so he would be going back to work on a temporary basis alongside continued medical checkins.

And so he dressed and took in a body that held a fair amount of scars he did not recognise. His hair was longer, almost reaching his tailbone. His suit was different, nicer. None of this surprised him.

He tied his hair in a ponytail and noted that his ears were pierced now. He looked... Older. He had to remind himself that he was older, he was thirty-two. But he looked more than older. He looked so tired...

#Verse tbt

[nebula-drcams]

monmuses asked: ❛  i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜ (Scott Howard @ Nimue)

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. || Always Accepting

She hadn't expected someone to speak to her, it was one of those moments where she just found herself standing somewhere and staring off into the distance. Something that she was snapped out of at the sound of another voice. Blinking for a moment, she turns her head to look at him with a slight tilt. Who was this exactly? Wait no, he did say he doesn't think they met yet so they probably haven't.

"I'm fine." It's probably a lie really, but with a neutral expression, she purposely made it hard to tell. Really. Why would she tell a stranger what her current thoughts were? Plus even if she knew the guy it's not like she'd willingly tell. No need to bother others with the mess that goes on in her head. 

"Thanks though, I guess. Is this how you approach every girl or am I just the lucky target today?"

#monmuses #sassy }} #★ ►𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼◄ ⌠ Nimue Umiko ⌡ #verse tbt #★ ► ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴍᴏꜱ ◄ ⌠ In Character ⌡ #★ ► ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ♥◄ ⌠ Ask Answered ⌡

[adonyys]

@yukcri sent: forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

It’s a surprise to feel such soft fingers taking his face into their own, the machine’s orange eyes blinking in confusion more then anything; brown bangs swaying softly as his head is turned to face her. adonys had been accumulating rather quickly to the group—learning from them, understanding them—forming bonds that he didn’t think that he could ever form in the first place, and Yukari’s company was always pleasant.

He had been sitting with her—just talking. Listening to her—talking about his own curiosities and woes now that he was understanding human emotions more and more each day. He was unsure was prompted the gesture—was it something he said? Her forehead now pressed to his—mechanical body relaxing. He could feel her warmth against his own, cold forehead; but this was pleasant.

“Ah…perhaps I was talking too much, Yukari-chan.” The machine lets out a laugh; curling his hands around hers before lowering and releasing them; a smile twitching onto his lips.

“But…I do enjoy your company. I hope we can do something like this again, if you’re willing.”

#the mechanical sun. — | in character. #verse tbt #yukcri #this turned out really cute… #I once played with the idea of adonys caring for yukari like Aigis does for the protagonist #but because he knew her father or smth and made some sort of promise to him to take care of her if something ever a happened #but I scrapped it lmao #BUT THISNIS STILL CUTE

[humanitysong]

he freezes when spoken to, eyes widening and claws leaving deep marks in the ground beneath him. vash seems to shy away from the voice, feathers bristling until h recognizes a familiar feeling: a plant.

his body language changes to one of hesitation, sharp teal eyes gazing towards where the other's voice came from. over his life he had learned to distinguish between his sisters... but the shape before him? he felt closer to how it would be for vash to stand next to his twin and yet he knows this cannot be knives. at least not his.

slowly the massive ball of feathers turn smaller until all that is left is the silhouette of a man - though some of the feathers remain, the pattern of them refusing to leave his cheeks.

"...you can tell me where we are" his voice feels hoarse from all the screaming but he ignores it as he presses on. "and year."

@typhoonvash .

#typhoonvash #❝ ᵖᵃᶦʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒᵒᵗˢᵗᵉᵖˢ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁿᵈ ❞╱ threads . #verse tbt

[rebelpuff]

send me a 💿 and i'll shuffle my music and write a starter based on the first song i get! // for Peter if that's okay! / @talesfromthevoiid

the   taste   of   the   professor's   blood   clings   to   her   tongue.   he   stains   her   fingers   and   she   cannot   get   away   from   it.   no   matter   where   she   goes. 

there   is   NOTHING   she   can   do   to   forget   the   visceral   hatred   on   his   face.   there   is   nothing   she   can   do   to   forget   the   heartbreak   on   her   sisters'.   she   closes   her   eyes   and   they   haunt   her. 

the   regret   rips   her   apart   and   all   she   can   do   is   RUN.   silent.   expressionless.   unfeeling. 

(   her   dad   wasn't   the   only   one   she   killed   that   day.   but   his   is   the   only   face   etched   into   her   eyelids.   )

she   did   what   she   HAD   to   do.   she   always   knew   she   would.   those   night   terrors   chased   her   through   her   sleep   for   years   ,   speckling   her   teenage   years   with   knowledge   no   one   should   have   about   themselves.   the   professor   had   never   been   especially   resistant   to   manipulation.   he   fell   to   the   MUNDANE   stuff   ,   and   was   extremely   weak   to   the   magical   version.   he   was   warm   ,   and   kind-hearted   ,   willing   and   wanting   to   see   the   best   in   everyone.   even   when   they   gave   him   no   reason   to. 

even   when   they   were   HIM.

him   loved   to   say   they   would   never   reuse   old   plots   ,   but   they   have   always   been   a   liar. 

the   unexpected   bite   of   wind   forces   her   to   blink   ,   briefly   losing   sight   of   the   new   york   skyline.   the   acidic   tang   of   radiation   presses   at   the   back   of   her   tongue.   (   it   doesn't   replace   the   taste   of   her   father's   blood.   )   she   doesn't   react.   she   doesn't   bother   greeting   him. 

news   much   have   reach   this   coastline   by   now.

it's   been   two   days.

(   who   is   planning   his   funeral   ?   )

she   is   what   she   always   knew   she   was   :   a   monster.   it's   the   friendly   neighborhood   spiderman's   job   to   protect   his   city.   she   doesn't   want   to   pick   a   fight   ,   but   if   he   throws   the   first   punch   ,   well   . . .

violence   is   an   old   friend.

the other night your mom dad passed away and it was weird that you just went about your day and didn't even shed a tear [...] i didn't know you were a sociopath sociopath by stayloose

song meme.

#talesfromthevoiid #👊 ;; ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ ( ask ) #patricide tw #[iGUESS] #[anyway au where buttercup actually kills the professor to save her sisters] #[yes i know the song is literally not about this] #[its about a cheating woman] #[leave me alone it INSPIRED this] #👊 ;; ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵏᵉʳ ( talesfromthevoiid ) #verse tbt #[i gUESS] #long post // #murder tw

[noctechoro]

He’s awake and he’s bored, Someone come play with him. At your own risk of course.

#open starter tbt #verse tbt #𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝕴𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 || Saul

[misplacedreporter]

Click.

The shutter clicks as Meryl presses the button, capturing the sunset in another photo before she lowers the camera to frown down at it absently. The angle isn't really right, but she can't exactly scale the cliff behind her for a better one either...

She tilts her head back far enough to study the cliff-side at her back, thinking. Could she scale that? Vash and Wolfwood do that sort of thing all the time, so it can't be that hard. Otherwise Wolfwood wouldn't be able to do it so easily.

Meryl thinks a moment longer, before she tucks the camera into her bag and turns to set her hand against the rock face lightly. She can already see a few places she could use as handholds, so–

"Yeah, shouldn't be too hard..." A sneaker sets against the first spot she can fit it into, testing. When it holds her weight, she grins and hoists herself up with her hands to the next. "Ha! This'll be easy–"

#verse tbt #open;;