#verse • undefined

[oliver-ashcroft-documents]

it’s interview time, and Ollie will be subject to it as well.

( holds out a microphone ) Mr. Oliver, do you have a favourite flower ? do you prefer bow ties, ties, or none of the above ? what’s your favourite ice cream flavour ? do you have any special thoughts you’d like to share ?

@ship-status

Oliver looked up from his desk, brows raising with surprise. He smiled with his teeth, his heterochromic eyes crinkling like half moons. Oliver's pen fell to the side of the legal document he was working on as the man sat up a little straighter than he had been (his back thanks you greatly).

'well, hello! it is not often i get visitors, especially with how busy i have been, but i do not mind an interview.' The D.A. signed with practiced ease. He took a moment to ponder the questions, making an amused face at the microphone in his face. 'that is quite funny, my friend.' He joked with a grin.

'my favorite flower... ok... how about the bleeding hearts? those are the most interesting ones i know of. the favorite in my garden are the gardenias, though.' Oliver stood up and picked up a book in his bookshelf, flipping through the florilegium to show the bleeding heart flower.

'as for ties... bow ties, if i must have something like that on. often, though, i do not wear things like that. it irritates the scar on my throat.' The man tapped his throat gently. 'ice cream... is it boring to say chocolate? that, or strawberry.

'as for thoughts... i just want to say thank you to those of you that have stuck around, even with my and my curator's absences these past few months. we are more active on this little... mailing service, called Discord. my curator knows more about that.' Oliver chuckled silently, smiling bright as the summer sun. 'you can send them letters to get their Discord, but at least for a little while, we'll be around again. hopefully.'

Oliver looked back to his desk with a frown. 'unfortunately, i must cut our time short... though, please do come back! i do love having these chats with friends.'

#'from the mailbox' — asks #scriptvoiid #verse undefined

[reactionimagesdaily]

Submitted by @valentines-for-a-dyke

#into the seal-verse... #reaction image #reaction meme #daily reaction images #image mood: [undefinable] #submission

[sanguisarcana]

@infernaliscor || continued

Perhaps the best knee jerker about flinging Astarion was that, rather like a cat, he'd always at least attempt to land on his feet. And often succeeded. Much to the pale elf's dismay, his barbarian lover was likely taken with the idea of testing those limits. Like smearing butter over bread and seeing how often it would land face down.

Limits of which the vampire wished not to be tested.

"You could have gotten your hands on a featherfall scroll, or on Neverwinter's softest pillows for all I care. The answer's still no." A resounding, well-rounded no that made him sound not like a lover, but a parent scolding their child over teenagehood mischief.

"If it's all the same to you, we could con the circus folk into turning your urge into an act. I'm fairly certain their newest clown wouldn't mind too terribly being launched like a bag of throwing all the way across the stage." Huffing and puffing, Astarion's muscles unwound with a roll of his shoulders to straighten spine as he kissed the spade of his fangs, head cocking. "Who knows? Maybe they'll even land on their feet if they're lucky."

Astarion was half-hoping they'd land on their face.

#infernaliscor #|| ❝ measure twice. cut once ❞ || verse undefined

[magnusmodig]

❝ i don't drink tea. ❞

@ofteaandmagic / ( starter call ! )

#(aka one of the few actually valid lines from that insufferable movie orz) #(but also while he (and apparently hemsworth) don't drink tea he would absolutely still get some anyways) #(in memoriam of his brother. ... and his mother shh) #(i also hc that the only tea thor likes is chamomile/lavender in steamed milk) #(but that is entirely because his mother would make it to ease his mind and put him to sleep after bad visions) #(that said i forget if we decided on a marvel verse or otherwise so) #( ic . ) — son of odin . the crown is a heavy burden for thee . #( closed . ) — locked in father's vault . #( v.00. ) – undefined .

[baishouqijia]

in my absence i've been rping panta.lone in a d&d campaign YIPPEEE. he's a moon elf cleric who prays to a goddess of wealth and his healing track record is [looks at hand] himself only

#ooc tag. #my art #ignore the fact the face is different on both of these cause i fixed the top one and not his main file #he's not wearing a garter belt (lest?) #he's a treasurer for his king ( the holy one ) and they have an undefined homoerotic relationship :y #anyways if any of u get bored of genshin verse... i have high fantasy ... :pleading:

[adoranoia]

" o, oh, what am i doing? um, well, i, i had this kind of weird idea, and i wanted to see if, the, the math worked out for it! see? so-- " 💼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ...and, ten minutes later, he's still talking. 💼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

#* && IC #* && OPEN STARTER #* && TOMMY / COOLATTA . #v00 * verse tbt / verse undefined . #have a simple lil starter. the math hes doing on the other hand. not so simple. he do be rambling asdfghjkl #tommy doesn't act like it sometimes but hes scary smart and i think that's silly. does astrophysics for fun kinda shit y'know

[museguided]

@secondtrumphet sent: "Happy Halloween! Here's a trick and a treat!" He offered a candy bar, but pulled it back at the last moment and kissed the blond's cheek. "There's the trick." Only to then give over the candy bar too with red cheeks. "And here's the treat."

Mika's probably lucky that Yuu didn't notice the way his face lit up at the sight of chocolate over his best friend. Naturally, he was always happy to see Yuu, but even more so now when Yuu had the generous thought to bring him a gift. He was already extending his arm to take it, a smile on his lips as he said, "Sorry, I only have enough candy for little ki—"

Yuu's close proximity wasn't anything new. It might have caught him off guard when he expected to have a treat in hand, but the feeling of his mouth pressed to his cheek filled his mind with static. He blinked, his hand automatically closing around the bar. Then he stared at Yuu and the blush painting his face. "Yuu-chan—"

The candy slipped from his grasp while his hands chased after him before he could get too far, cupping his face gently and guiding him back in.

Chocolate was always good, but he craved something sweeter.

#secondtrumphet #(ic. mikaela hyakuya) #(verse. undefined) #(ask. halloween) #:3c

[technodromes]

So we're talking Year of the Dragon?

"Dude! DUDE wait! So, I'm a Rhinosaurus, right? Ain't dinosaurs like... dragons? So if I'm like a dragon, then this is totally like my year, right??"

He's having a real big-brain moment here. The split his brain neurons do right now is astonishing, anyway.

#Dash Commentary #Muse: Rocksteady #Verse: Undefined #technodromes rp

[oliver-ashcroft-documents]

Oh? Now that's a little weird. There's a white rose lying on Oliver's desk! There's no note or any clue as to who left it. How curious! (blueheartedmayor)

Oliver stepped into his office with a sigh, tucking one of his red locks behind his ear (he really needed a haircut, and soon). As he went to sit down some papers at his desk, he stopped, then moved the files out of his line of sight. The white rose laid there staring at him, and a smile began to crack along his face. Careful of the delicate plant, the files were set aside and the flower was gently brought up to his face.

It smelled just like the gardens of the Manor, though he figured that’s how every flower garden smelled. Memory honeyed this gift, however, and he sat as his desk to study the rose with a smile. Memories of running around the gardens as kids, digging into the soil to plant new bushes— all of them rushed to the forefront. How thoughtful of you, he thought as he smelled the flower once more.

The sun of his little window winked at the D.A., reminding him of the day ahead. Instead, Oliver stood up and left the flower on his desk, returning minutes later with a glass cup of water. The next time Damien was in to check on him, the flower would be proudly standing in the windowsill, gently ruffled by the occasional breeze.

A gift in return was in order, Oliver mused as he locked up his office for the night, hours later. The smile wouldn’t leave him, though.

#‘from the mailbox’ — asks #blueheartedmayor #verse undefined #(🥺) #'in the filing cabinet' (queued) #‘pressed gardenias’ — damien

[sonxflight]

‘ yes, it’s dangerous. that’s why it’s fun. ’ (From Teresa)

✧ Various Things Spoken In An Adventuring Party ║ @sailingtempest ✧

"Alright. While I fully get the first part, do explain... What's so funny in nearly driving ND1 into a bottomless abyss?"

"Because I do believe it's crystal clear that no one from your squadmates would find any joy in falling off the cliff."

#✧ 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖… 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜 ✧ ║ ic #sailingtempest #answer #✧ 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 ✧ ║ undefined verse #{{ b r u h it's been literal ages since I touched any game from МЕ franchise }}

[revunant]

[nothing there - dog shaped object. someone please come pick up their dog. it's so nasty.]

in the dark, something stands on three limbs, bent in a crouch beside an overturned trash can. too large to be a coyote, too small for a bear, its form is somewhat middling and compressed as the lack of clear light obscures it in longer shadows. as it shifts and moves around, there’s an occasional somewhat muffled snap followed by wet, sloshing splashes across the ground, not too dissimilar to an overturned jug of milk spilling across a table before it falls on a tiled floor. it rumbles, twitches, expelling air from a mouth in a sound partway between a growl and sigh.

one limb moves, rises briefly before slamming down on the bin loudly, pushing away as it rips a larger mass of trash out. though it shreds bits of plastic and rot apart with ease, whatever it eats simply falls right through it - another bite, snap, and splash follows suit as shadowed masses fall from what could be assumed to be its abdomen. it is not shy nor is it any bit quiet, goal-focused as it practically destroys the trash bin and everything within it.

it is very good at making a mess, that much is obvious. perhaps it needs to be chased away with a broom- or someone needs to call animal control.

Jean spends far too long darkening the doorway, weighing up his options, and asking himself which is the lesser evil: animal control, or the thing feasting in the alley? The apartment he’s currently haunting is new to him — as is the city it’s in. Not many landlords are willing to rent without a background check, a guarantor, and a minimum term, let alone to a guy with no legal income, and no documentation that indicates he even exists. He doubts anything going on in this building is above-board.

So, he thinks, maybe the trash monster out back is normal. Maybe it’s here every night. Maybe it’s one of the tenants.

The thought doesn’t stop him from wincing with every throatful of meal that slaps wetly against the ground, cartons and old meat and rotten plant matter. It’s been hot; surely the can’s contents should be inedible to anything with tastebuds. (The pause between this observation and the realisation that the beast doesn’t seem to have a stomach, why would it have tastebuds, is longer than Jean would like to admit.)

After what probably amounts to several entrees worth of trash, he ducks back into the foyer — it’s not much of a foyer, more like the gutted-out remains of what used to be another ground-floor apartment. The rear might have once been a laundry room, vacant holes in the wall that might once have held waste water hoses, bare bulb just about screwed in, greasy tiles on the floor. There’s a Swiffer against the wall; that’s all Jean cares about. He takes it in both hands, takes a breath, and steps outside.

“Oi!” It’s about now that he remembers he’s got a Colt strapped against his ribs, and his weapon of choice is a mop. Choking back his embarrassment (and hoping the misjudgement doesn't get him killed), he takes a few assertive strides forward, brandishing the Swiffer like a quarterstaff. “Go on, get the fuck out of here.”

#terrible! i love it! #┆ic. #┆answered. #VERSE┆undefined. #aeinsof

[sanguisarcana]

“What the FUUUUUCK” bunny hops over to him with her kecks around her knees, grunting all the way. “Fangs, I really need your help, I think my breeches mended themselves while I was napping?!?!”

@infernaliscor || kinda prompted?

Somewhere in the distance, a resonant cry echoed.

Had Astarion been mid-drink, it would have fountained right out of his nostrils with the inevitable chuckle that came over him at the barbarian's approach. The very same which begged for a set of fingers pressed to his lips in an attempt to silence them.

Quick enough to compose himself before Karlach arrived, the pale elf's face was the caricature of innocence in all of its (natural 20) crooked deception.

"By the gods, how awful! Who did this?!" Let alone he was the mastermind behind it. Astarion and... someone else. Someone who had lent ears to the sweet temptation of his persuasive attempts at moving hands that weren't his to fully control. "Give me that, darling. Oh, hells- whoever's done this made dog's dinner of the seamwork. I mean, look at all of those crooked seams. It's tragic, honestly."

Holding up Karlach's trousers after she finally surrendered them to him, Astarion made for his dagger to tear the stitching apart and open room for her tail once more.

"There you go, my dear. We will find the upstart responsible for this travesty- and if we don't at least you can wear your trousers again, hm?"

There was a hint of malice behind his last reassuring smile. A touch too perfect to be natural. Or sincere, for that matter. Or perhaps the only sincerity within it was the depravity of it all. A vile sense of amusement Astarion secretly drew from that entire chain of events alone.

One true charlatan, he was.

#{ the hypocrisy of it all. the audacity. the pizzaz 🍷} #infernaliscor #|| ❝ ask and you shall receive ❞ || asks #|| ❝ measure twice. cut once ❞ || verse undefined

[magnusmodig]

❝ ... do not let your feelings cloud your JUDGEMENT. ❞

@ofsnarkandmagic / starter call !

#(smth smth about storm warlock meets storm god) #(smth smth else about how thor can and will adopt 2 twins) #(u3u feel free to put this in whichever verse you'd like for melvin! his marvel verse or his magic verse work for meee) #( ic . ) — son of odin . the crown is a heavy burden for thee . #ofsnarkandmagic #non aevum #( v.00. ) – undefined .

[lielove]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?” (From Yuuna)

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

praise from her peers, coworkers and even fans was fairly common - as an idol it's something that you get used to. people will praise people when they deserve it, and they'll do it when they don't just to stay on their good side. the entertainment world was always one that revolved around keeping appearances.

but yuuna wasn't like all the others.

ai didn't need to know her life and backstory to know that much about her. she was a kind and gentle girl, dedicated to the arts, and someone that ai felt comfortable enough to be around.

and here she was telling ai that she was proud of her. the words are enough to bring a smile to the idols face, bringing her hands together with glee.

she's not sure what she did to be the subject of the praise - but she's certainly not going to reject it.

❝ that means a lot, yuuna !! ❞

#【♥】 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 ; see you next time !! #idolgifted #【♥】 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝟎𝟔 ; undefined. #{ i hope this works !! } #{ may make a sao verse for ai in the future :thinking: } #{ idk what we're gonna do for their pre-established relationship yet so i left this pretty vague !! }

[adoranoia]

a quiet song faintly echoes, the sound drifting from inside one of the offices lining the black mesa hallway--you'd find tommy sat at his desk, writing up some kind of report on his latest scientific findings, all the while trying to practice the Black Mesa Sweet Voice. though his notes lightly shake, and the color is a bit muddled--green as a snap-pea, means i'm feeling happy! 💼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

#* && IC #* && OPEN STARTER #* && TOMMY / COOLATTA . #v00 * verse tbt / verse undefined . #have a cutesy open starter w/ the sweet voice !!! bc i talked abt how hes learning it from benrey asdfghjkl #tho if ur a benrey rper and like. don't want that its fine u can still reply and i can ditch the hc for the thread but u get it