#v;main verse

[jesperr-fahey]

these two guys are having an absolutely devastating romantic story with horror elements that is surely going to end in tragedy and carpenter and hayward just. burst in like a fuckin tornado, arguing about shit that no one but them can understand. this show is so good

#the silt verses #tsv #podcast tag #this feels like a return to form in a v fun way.... #less of the big political bullshit that has been happening recently #(which i also like!!) #but more of a self contained story that ties into our main characters somehow

[countlessrealities]

@the-perfect-scientist ~ Blitzø & Carlos for the Valentine's starter call

Valentine's Day in Hell. A place that was supposed to be all about endless punishment and bad shit in general. How ridiculous that idea was.

With a frown, Blitzo knocked down the latest drink he had ordered. He'd say that he had lost counts of how many he had had, but he hadn't been counting at all. He knew the only thing that mattered, namely that he wasn't wasted enough to put up with all the sickening horniness that surrounded him.

...Alright, maybe he also had himself to blame for that. He might have chosen the seediest bar he could find, but he was still in Lust, after all.

Grumbling under his breath, he signaled the bartender, just to steal the bottle when the other made to pour him a drink. Then, he hopped off the stool and scanned the crowd, until his gaze fell on a hellhound like demon sitting on his own in a corner. Perfect, another lone, sad motherfucker. Just the kind of company he needed to share his misery with.

"Finish your fuckin' drink, I got better than whatever you're drinkin'," he claimed, dropping in the chair in front of the other, without asking or greeting. "I'm done with those two horny fuckers screwin' on the counter. They almost spilled my drink twice."

Not to mention that they had been making him feel beyond lame."

#[ threads :: Blitzo ] #&& Carlos Ramon #[ v. I kill people now ; main verse :: Blitzo ] #[ ic :: event ; Valentine's day ] #theperfectscientist #;; queue

[gold-veins]

@atropazar // semi-planned

Alola was a welcome change from the chilly climate of northern Galar, where Adaman had spent the last few months freezing his ass off at with Melli. He'd hated every second of the snowy weather up in the mountains there, and Adaman was pretty sure he'd spent the majority of the time there with a fever.

At least in Alola, the sun was shining and the warm sun was enough to chase away the chill that had clung to his skin the entire flight to Akala Island. He was never going back to that part of Galar ever again. Melli would have to pay him to go back there.

Once he'd gotten settled at the Heahea City hotel, and had gotten changed into something more suitable for the current climate (which was probably still a bit too warm and layered for most of the tourists in the area), he set out.

Leafon - Chive - trotted at his side as he drummed his fingers against the camera hanging around his neck, gazing off at the beach in deep thought. Around him, people passed as if he didn't exist - and he was quite happy with that, too focused on trying to figure out if he wanted to deal with the sand on the beach or find somewhere a little less sandy to settle in for a bit.

Chive yipped, pawing at his leg and sniffed the air in the direction of the beach, clearly enticed by the smell of ocean salt.

Adaman chuckled, leaning down to pat him on the head before leaning over the guard rail that separated the bit of road he was currently standing on and the steep slope that led down to the beach. A quick glance around, and he gave Leafeon a "shush" gesture before hopping the guard rail. His Pokemon slipped underneath it, both taking it as quick as they dared to avoid falling over themselves.

"Hah... that was a little steeper than I thought it was actually." Adaman huffed as he stepped onto solid, even ground and bent over, hands on his knees. Chive hopped around him in the sand, tail wagging gleefully. "Go on, boy," Adaman unhooked the vest from Chive, tucking it into his messenger bag. "Just don't go out too far into the water!"

Chive took off like a shot, Adaman walking at a much more casual pace behind him with his hands back on the camera. He tossed his Vaporeon and Umbreon out as well, letting them take off after the other Eeveelution yipping happily. Out on the ocean, he could see a few people paddling out on the water, waiting for waves to ride while a few other people lounged on towels on the sand.

Adaman lifted the camera to his face, zooming in on the people on the water and then around them, hoping to catch sight of a water Pokemon or the beginnings of a wave. Hopefully no one minded if he accidentally caught them in a shot.

#♢ v. main verse #atropazar #i hope this is okaykjbfg #it took me a while to figure out a scene #also feel free to control adaman's pokemon if itll help your postkjbfdg #chive is very playful and unserious unless hes working #vaporeon and umbreon are more protective and wary of strangers than chive is #chive is basically an orange cat but a service dog

[carnivoraformes]

@bishonenprince asked, "Property of Sora - Jing Yuan

Property of Meme || Status: Accepting

"Oh someone being surprisingly possessive, I see." He teased, endearment showing in his voice even as he tried to keep a straight face. "I must say I never took you for the type. It's cute. I guess I am a little surprised seeing as I have always favored far less appropriate ways to claim ownership of someone."

#bishonenprince #v; disciplined in body mind and soul (main verse) // #//sora: *casual claim of ownership* #//jing yuan: ah how cute. not how i mark who's mine but ok

[prisonicmorality]

@skullkxd

Fifteen cookies... That's about 66 cents, give or take. Volo was a merchant back in the day and while he was pretty used to how expensive things were in the modern day, he could probably guess the ingredient cost and profit-- he was thinking way too hard about this. One look at the kid and he figured they just grabbed a number out of the air.

Whatever. It wasn't like he couldn't make it back easy.

Grumbling under his breath, he grabbed a ten dollar bill and silently gave himself one good karma point as he passed it over. "Fine, fine, can't turn down a good cause... What kind of math did you do to get to that price anyway?"

#skullkxd #removed: 10$ from wallet #gained: 1x box of cookies of questionable quality #« v. main verse

[werexcat]

continued from [ 🐈‍⬛ ] with @gunslinginnhogtyin's Butch !

"Hmm? No. I just ... I don't know what to do with myself."

Gabriel replied, tail still swishing about with mischief as he simply moved the things out of their usual places and then back to where they were before. He'd yet to turn back to the blonde, stimulation already sated with moving the items around.

"You always seem to have something in mind, but I guess I'm just ... bored? Why? Got something bad over here?"

#ic. #gunslinginnhogtyin #main. #[[ uh oh butch got secrets... !! GASP ]] #v. the cat and the cowboy: gabe&butch verse.

[graunblida]

out of context chat starters // accepting @horiznwlker sent: "Maybe cuz he's still a flying douche" ( from clarke lmao )

out of habit, lexa opens her mouth to counter, and upon processing clarke's exclamation, promptly shuts it. she's ususally so guarded with her emotions. stoic, steeled and solemn. but this catches her off guard and damn if it isn't funny.

"...i have no rebuttal. " lexa admits, the hint of a laugh at the end of her words. the dynamic between the commander and her flame keeper is COMPLICATED. there is goodness in titus. lexa remembers a more nurturing mentor in her youth. one who saw potential in the smallest of the novitiates. gave her the tools to stand against enemies twice her size and more. she will forever be grateful for the wisdom passed down to her. at the same time, titus' zealotry has been taxing and irritating to say the least.

" believe me, i sympathize. " a beat, a sigh. " i will deal with him, as i always have. " as i always will. that part is kept to herself. the longer she thinks about it, a bitterness starts to settle in. for a split second, she allows herself to envision what it might be like with her flame keeper out of the picture.

#horiznwlker #c; clarke kom skaikru #v: i see a fire in the sky » main verse. #ii. i’ll rip my roots from this earth into the unknown » threads. #oof how delbert grady of her #heeeeeeere's lexieeee #lol she's murder me if i made her say that #clarke really do be out there making her 'break character' aka show emotion

[cambius]

▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ @vampiheir 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ﹕ ❛  you’ve got me in the palm of your hands. you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all.  ❜

astarion has taught her many things on this journey , things she wouldn’t have expected to learn from a creature who also hungers for the taste of another’s life. with astarion , the devil has learned what companionship means. she has learned to trust , and to be trusted. but most importantly , astarion taught her how to love , and how to be gentle with that love. maybe they taught each other , though neither of them had any good examples of what love is supposed to be.

they became what the other desperately needed , and nepharia knows she can be cruel. she knows that sometimes her own hubris can outweigh her empathy that she’s still struggling to evolve , fighting against her very nature to be what astarion deserves. she doesn’t want to use her hands for anything but loving him , but there is so much blood on them. and she knows that doesn’t scare him , because he has blood on his too. they might be monsters , but at least they can each see the person within the other aching to be loved regardless.

❛ you know that i wouldn’t right ? ❜ she asks him , light eyes seeking his red , as she strokes his pale hair with his head nestled within her lap. they lounge together in an actual bed for once at the elfsong tavern , and it’s late as the others sleep in their respective rooms , ❛ i’ve hurt … a lot of people , without batting an eye. but the mere notion of hurting you ? i would sooner damn my soul. ❜

#vampiheir #answered. #v. main #this is probably her healthiest main verse ship honestly xD

[exquisitexagony]

stole this idea from @miidnighters but here's Arthur & Sami's instagrams if they had one i feel like sami might have one for acting reasons but arthur definitely would not have one, but that's ok because i just wanted to do a what if anyway lol

#musings #v; flesheater #main verse #headcanons #about muse #ooc #muse igs

[aro-carpenter]

Finished the essay lol.

Disclaimer that I haven't gone back to reread or edit it yet so it might not be the most coherent

#pathologic #the silt verses #tsv #if you see this in the patho tag please listen to the silt verses its v good #if you see this in tsv tag you should at least try playing patho its also real good #original #i prommy the silt verses tag is relevant the section about it is just not the main focus #pathologic classic hd

[armafidelium]

ᅳ ● ☾ ⭑headcanon : heartsteel

❯ aphelios’ pranks are a kind of show of affection without actively saying so. he finds it difficult to blatantly express affection to those that aren’t his sister so he goes in a roundabout way for his bandmates. on the rare occasion he will display his care for the others in a more tender manner, but only when he feels the right level of comfort to do so.

#● ☾ ⭑ 𝗠ᵒᵒᶰˡᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵛᶤᵍᶤˡ ( hc ) #● ☾ ⭑ 𝗠ᵒᵒᶰˡᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵛᶤᵍᶤˡ ( v : heartsteel ) #// ngl maybe i should slowly share the hcs in posts here and there vs silently adding them to my hc page #// have some hs phel #// i technically ahve 2 main verse hcs too on the page but will post one at a time in diff pace #// so not to flood w/ them

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Starter for @poeticphoenix​ || Genesis and Vincent Chaos

It was that point in time of existence that Vincent expected would reach him occasionally...that time when a few decades passed since the greatest hells ran over this planet that he or his friends or both fought against....that time where he’d grown more distant for a multitude of reasons, and he couldn’t count the days since last he’d seen them, though he kept up with their well-being from a distance. But he didn’t need the...feeling, or the experience, of facing those living on, comfortably or in complications, while he still wandered in his seemingly frozen state.

He was perhaps past his sixties by now, though he still didn’t reflect any different age at all. He was wandering as he ever did, finding ways to provide some effort to this world and satiate his need for action or information. He needed to something to keep moving towards, or he knew he’d be inclined to find a corner to settle in for who knows how long.

But for some time now, there had been something prickling at his senses. It was the strange sense of world-wide instinct that he knew was connected to the WEAPON spliced into him, bound to him as force and host. He knew how it reacted to Sephiroth, to Jenova, to the Remnants, with apprehension, distaste, if not feral rage--they were not right, not meant to exist on this planet, not meant ot risk tainting the energy that belonged to his other, his partner, his opposite, his purpose--Omega. 

Then there is how it reacted to Deepground and Omega. Omega’s awakening was inviting, though Chaos seemed aware it was a violation, forced as it was, it was also their fate and he cared little for everything still living and existing. Deepground was a problem, specs, disrupting natural energy and paths, but they weren’t quite the same threat as the calamity and its spawns. 

Awareness of a shift in energy, in balance, implications of threats and disruptions, that is what he could sense, as well as greater threats to the planet itself, whether it be its corruption or it’s rapid impending death. And Vincent had learned to keep aware of it, and follow it when necessary.

But this sense...it was...different. It was an awareness, of an energy. An awareness akin to what the being Chaos would feel when considering, sensing, or feeling Omega, yet still different. There was a curiosity, too, as if he knew little of this energy. There was no true sense of threat, though there was unrest for the fact that he was uninformed. Vincent did his best for a time to ignore the sense, as it didn’t seem important enough to face, and he only assumed the planet was doing what it’s done before, forging defensing or mending what it could of itself.

But finally, the demon without could not be ignored any longer. Vincent had given in some months ago, and with Chaos’ sense of powerful energy traveling the planet, Vincent took to following, distantly and lazily at first, but soon he was committing full effort to it. However, he tried to keep discreet even so. For a time.

Pointless, really. If this...thing, this figure he was following was, as Chaos made it seem, like the demon in any way, he would have sensed them by now. So with Chaos’ eagerness brewing underneath, Vincent set to finally face the figure. He’d seen him from afar, seemingly humanoid. A vessel, like Vincent? Or something completely other...? He had yet to see any true harm or trouble being caused, so he would stand by his assumption this figure was no ill-intentioned threat. For now.

He found the figure atop a hill overlooking a town below, Vincent not entirely focused on where he’d ended up at this point, or why this figure could be here. Instead, he simply marched his way to the edge of the hill, making his presence known as best he could without clearing his throat. Still standing a distance away, he stopped his march and observed the figure and his unique garb. It was...familiar, however chaotic and seemingly torn or perhaps it was designed that way. Long hair, he seemed to stand with a strange body language the raven-haired male couldn’t help trying to read into.

“...I’ve been following you for quite a few months now... Four, five now is it...? I have to asked... Why haven’t you faced me yet?” he spoke then, standing steady his reasonable distance away, as he felt Chaos’ focus solely on the other figure, trying to feel him, sense him, assess him through Vincent’s own senses.

#poeticphoenix #crimsonwings ~ Vincent Valentine #Original Dirge | Di-verse #V::After #T::The Meaning of Existence; main #hope this works for a starter!! #if you don't like how i led up to him finding Genesis feel free to tell me and i can edit #or if you want to imply a different setting in your reply thats cool too! #left the actual location open lol

[countlessrealities]

{ @hvbris - from HERE }

Earth wasn't a place Rick often went back to. He hadn't for over fifteen years after he had left the one from his original dimension behind without ever looking back, and even nowadays he was still reluctant to go anywhere close to any version of the planet.

However, business was business and he was the guy who could get you everything you could name. Inevitably, some of that everything could be found only on Earth, which meant that he had to visit, once in a while.

Never to the one he used to live on, though. Never again.

Thus, how he had found himself walking along the sleazy corridor of some cheap motel, knackered for having spent way too much time dealing with some wannabe drug lord...and from having to murder him and his goons when the guy had predictably tried to screw him over.

Useless to say, the last thing he was expecting had been to find an almost naked young woman in his room.

"WOAH! W-What the fuck?!" The black market dealer exclaimed, obviously caught off guard, slamming the door behind him, so that no passerby could get an eyeful of his unexpected guest.

Rick, instead, couldn't stop himself from looking. 'Decency' wasn't a word that belonged to his vocabulary and she was undeniably attractive. Could he really be judged for how his eyes lingered on the line of her collarbones, before slowly dipping along the curve of her breasts and sliding down along her bare abdomen?

Still, since he wasn't a creep to the core, once recovered from the surprise, he spun around and slapped a hand over his eyes.

"Wh-...Why are you stripping in my fuckin' room?!"

#[ interactions :: a991 Rick ] #&& Mina Miller #[ v. Haunted rebel without a cause ; main verse :: a991 Rick ] #hvbris #[[ I'm already crying omg x'D ]] #[[ but yes he's gonna buy her a whole big ass breakfast ]] #[[ he's a dick but a reasonable one x33 ]]

[duskvengeful]

@bernardstiller // S.C.

Ugh. Solis hated the early morning. Bright ass sunlight in her eyes waking her up, hearing the humans going about their routine, being LOUD, honking the horns on those...weird horseless carriages. Frankly, if she had the choice, no one would have to deal with that shit. But, such was the way of life, as her mother had...adamantly declared early on.

The royal was out and about, realizing that her cats were almost out of food. But being out and about required interacting with people. People that she either didn't fucking like or didn't know, and neither was preferable for her.

With a giant bag of cat food ( with a cyan aura around it, ) stuck to her back like a strapless backpack, Solis left the store, peering around for an alleyway so she could pop her wings open and fly back home without anyone noticing, however, that meant she wasn't paying attention, and before she was barely ten steps out of the store-

Bump !

She stumbled backward, luckily still able to keep her footing. A sharp glare was shot at the person she'd bumped into.

" What the bloody hell, man ? Watch it ! "

#bernardstiller #🌇 / ic // the eyes tell the stories that the mouth is too scared to speak #🌇 / v ; main // like the bonfire that burns that all words in the fight fell to #i realized i do not have verse tags rip #anyways I OFFER. MY ROYAL BITCH

[carnivoraformes]

@curiouskinetic asked, “   Fuck being the bigger person; I’m going to start biting people. ” - jing yuan? :0c

Shut Up. I Have The Talking Stick || Status: Accepting/Please Encourage My Bad Behavior

Well that didn't work. He mused with a scowl coming to his face. He was hardly a stranger to failure when it came to trying to solve problems in the easiest and most peaceful way possible but that didn't make it any less troublesome.

He had other ideas, if it came to that, though he didn't really want it coming to more drastic measures. So he moved ever so slightly to the left to block the view of the room so full of some of the more distasteful residents of the Luofu at the moment.

"I understand the frustration, but I would rather not have to muzzle you in public. It would do little to quell their unfavorable opinions, and I would much rather not have to have you arrested. Just cooperate for a few more minutes, and afterward I would happy to show my appreciation in whatever way I can."

#curiouskinetic #v; disciplined in body mind and soul (main verse) //

[prisonicmorality]

@venalos // semi-planned

Volo had never been to a place quite like this region. The Venalos region was out of the way, almost isolated it seemed, and far less advanced in terms of Pokemon-Human relations compared to other regions. Truthfully, it felt a bit like stepping back in time to Hisui, or perhaps even further back than that, in that regard.

Where Pokemon elsewhere were boarding on domesticated, some of these (from what he'd heard on the ferry ride anyway) seemed far less so and people were apparently quite wary of them. He felt a bit awkward himself having Matches out on his shoulder, though she hated being in her Pokeball if she could get away with it, and he spoiled her quite a bit. Though he was a little concerned about something eating her.

She was barely bigger than a tealight after all. So he kept a close eye on her.

Worries aside, being in a new region filled him with excitement. What kind of tales would he hear or uncover? It was thrilling and he could almost relate to how Professor Laventon must have felt back then.

"What a strange and fascinating place... feels a bit like home if I'm being honest!" He commented to Matches, though she was hardly paying attention, too distracted by the new surroundings. Now, where in the Hell was the research center? Was there even one? There had to be, right?

#« v. main verse #venalos #i hope this is okay! #if i need to change anything then let me know! #im a bit brain foggy so i tried to keep things mostly vague #[ icon art by: nartothelar ]