#verse: main

[exaltatuss]

@ancicntforged

"Hm. So this is Universe 12. How quaint." She simply stated. "Definitely not lacking on the strength department, but definitely still has yet to impress me." Still, she did find annoyance that some of the treasures weren't recalled to her. She has at least five now. The other two are definitely still here.

"Bruteforce it is." And such, with a wave of a hand, she would rip through different layers of dimensions, if not to single out the energy signatures of the treasures that are yet to return to her.

#ancientforged #verse: main

[therainbowinhell]

@hellsmayflower liked for a starter! [X]

Charlie was curious- she swore she's seen this woman before, a friend of Angel or Alastor, maybe? With how busy she's been with her own stuff, she wasn't so sure.

Nevertheless, it's not like the demon princess has formally presented herself to the other, so maybe it was about time. Besides, didn't the woman look too much like a...human? That caught her attention even more so, make her heart skip a beat, even.

"Hello! Can I help you with something? I swear it's not the first time I see you, but I thought it was about time I presented myself to you."

#ic #verse: main #hellsmayflower #I read through your OCs bio so I hope this is fine for a start!

[mxstball]

"Please don't just walk in someone's domain like that. That's trespassing."

At this point, she's going to ask to make doors for the Lake Trio, so people at least knock before entering.

#dash commentary #verse: main #muse heidi

[valeanwerewolf]

//starter for @etruatcaelum (ozpin)

"Roxxie, where—," that annoying voice starts, the sound reverberating from the tiled walls and floor of Beacon's training room showers.

A sharp look stops Roxanne's teammate dead in her tracks. Roxanne knows how the question ends. The cuts and bruises she can explain away, a bar fight, an accident on the road, her girlfriend. Flimsy excuses, but they're excuses. She has none for the track marks in her arm.

"Mind your own fucking business before I shove you in a locker again, Teke," is what she says instead. That gets the reaction she wanted, abject terror, as Zora flees the showers. Roxanne revels in it, the knowledge that everyone's afraid of her keeps her warm at night, awake during the day. Most of her classmates know to keep their distance, but Roxanne gave her teammate a reason to be afraid. Tereza called her cruel back then, but it's not like Roxanne gives much of a shit over some rich brat's objections.

At least now, she is alone. Ample time to sort her thoughts, to plan her route for tonight. That guy with the chainsaw she encountered a month ago did a number on her, would have split open any other person, but not Roxxie. Roxxie endures, Roxxie sinks her teeth in and in the end, she comes out the victor. She looks over the scars again, the one on her left bicep is especially nasty. The chainsaw had almost taken her arm off. No sound ever made Roxxie feel as good as the sound the guy's neck made when she broke it.

When she finally finishes up, her scroll lights up. "My office, if you would, Miss Adhara," is all it says.

Roxanne had been wondering when Ozpin would finally confront her, it's not like she hides what she does at night. As she rides the elevator up to the top floor, unease starts to creep in. What if her unsanctioned "missions" downtown are going to get her kicked out of Beacon? That cannot happen. She needs the license, otherwise all her work so far will be for nothing.

When the elevator reaches Ozpin's office, she's determined to not let that happen. She'll kick Ozpin's ass, if she needs to.

The doors open, perfectly framing Ozpin standing by the window as he overlooks the city.

"Professor, you sent me a message."

#ic #etruatcaelum #verse: main

[silentbutsadistic]

Starter for @angelic-stiletto-pointe!

Anyone that knew of Carmilla was aware they should be respectful and careful when around the Overlord, specially when the business on Angelic Weapons could make someone so powerful.

However, the moment that the ex-Exorcist saw the taller woman, she smirked in her direction and gave a playful wink instead.

Bold, but Neo didn't intend for it to come off with ill intention.

#ic #verse: main #angelic stiletto pointe #gonna find out why this girl was kicked from Heaven LMAO

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @mannequinentity

Manny was trying to brush her off. To dismiss her concerns. She could tell that. He needed be aware that it wasn’t about his drinking habit (and also Nunnally was not fully aware of it), but rather about something more intangible. That wasn’t even funny what he was saying to her: --

“I wouldn’t call it the time of your life.” – she frowned while replying to him in a serious voice – “Unless screaming seemingly out of pain and in terror is what you call a wonderful experience.” – it wasn’t that Nunnally tried to be sarcastic. She truly didn’t, but Manny was behaving so carelessly in her opinion. She’d rather have him serious for once. His cheerful demenaour could not trick her. She sighed deeply.

“I…I do not really remember, Manny. It’s much blurred.” – and so much difficult to distinguish from my own nightmares. But Nunnally was not going to talk about that. Her nightmares were not something Manny should ever learn about – “I was watching someone…being hurt…” – being tortured actually, but that was not important – “Like a spectator…unwanted or unintended…” – she wasn’t sure – “I was surrounded by evil creatures, but they seemed not to see me…” – she sighed, tears appearing in the corner of her eyes – “I am sorry Manny. It’s more like feelings, pictures that I remember…but I am almost sure you were there. Either in the crowd or…” – no! she didn’t want to finish that thought. She didn’t want to admit it that he was the one who was being tortured. Did he call her? Did he want her to come and help him? – “I was just a spectator…I couldn't help that creature…” – which was odd. Nunnally was usually able to control her environment. Her dreams. The dreams of others. She was usually the one to set the rules. This time was different. As if there was a powerful being she needed to hide from. Or who restrained her moves. She was not sure…

His next joke was a bad choice. It not only made Nunnally agitated but also made her realize something. She frowned and almost yelled: --

“S t o p  i t, M a n n y! It isn’t funny! At all! Be serious for once and tell me truth immediately. I’ll know when…when you’ll be lying!” – the electric chair. That couldn't have been a coincidence, but it was too early to tell Manny everything. He was able to pick up the elements of her dream. That needed to mean something. His joke made the pictures from her nightmare coming back to her; her eyes now wide opened in fear and terror.

“Just who are you Manny…? Or rather what did you involve yourself in?”

“Manny what was exactly happening in your dream?” – she was going to be persistent. Manny would have to confess. Everything.

#manny #nunnally #verse: main #mannequinentity #manny be serious! #for once! #i hope that is all right #we sort of discussed that #but please lmk #if i took too much freedom #for nun to know the details #i can of course revise #if needed

[bouquet-of-muses]

“you shouldn’t have seen that”- Abbadon

"S-See... what?" Akko asked, facing the man who she had just seen perform quite the remarkable spell. "You using magic? 'Cause I go to a magic school where I see people use it all the time..."

#ic #verse: main #muse: Akko #themaelstromtavern #[[could this be in the Essence User AU? That AU seems cool]]

[ever-winter]

@wcndcrcr asked for a Questionable Starter

A puppet with a vision - it wasn't the first time that he'd witnessed an artificial life form receive a vision, of course, but considering just how much the Gods seemed to forsake Scaramouche, it was a little surprising, though the fact it was anemo was also rather amusing. The element that symbolised freedom - yet it's owner currently laid strapped onto a padded table that he was no doubt all too familiar with, surgical lights shining brightly over his form, as though he laid in the spotlight on some stage, which, in a way, he somewhat did, did he not?

Rolling the vision between his hands, he'd been simply watching as the other slept away, oblivious to what fate had in store for him, or perhaps he was having nightmares, if he could recall the manner in which he'd been captured in the first place. Still, it was his own fault - erasing oneself from history and trying to escape the consequences of his betrayal? Why, if Dottore had any emotions, he'd feel rather hurt, after all he'd done for him too. Instead though, it was simply amusing.

#wcndcrcr #Muse: Dottre #Verse: Main #tw: captivity

[exaltatuss]

@ancicntforged

"Yeah, I dunno what you're talking about. I certainly don't have a video of you and Blair doing some stupid shenanigans like that silly dance thing." Yeah, she definitely does. She's just messing with Ruby at the moment. "Your wife certainly would be more in line on having something like that, though. You should ask her instead of me."

#ancientforged #verse: main

[therainbowinhell]

@hells-greatestdad liked for a starter! [X]

"Heeeey, dad!" With a small smile, the demon princess approached the other, holding her hands close to her chest.

"Now that I at least seemed to change some things around here- do you plan on visiting more?" After all, the blonde always went out of her way to change people and improve their situation, yet...it was about time she also tried to fix her own relationships with her parents.

Or at the very least, with Lucifer.

"It would be a pity if after all the effort we...uhm...fell so silent to each other like before." She was looking elsewhere, perhaps awkward? And biting her tongue to not mention how much she actually missed her mother, as well.

#ic #verse: main #hells greatestdad #hope this is fine!

[mxstball]

Route 216, Sinnoh

The snow was beautiful today, as it was any other day. At the basin of Mt. Coronet, there was a small lodge that peacefully rested there. Snowbound Lodge used to be just a bed nothing else, but recent rumors have cropped up that someone had moved in after the old owner's disappearance.... No matter what, the rumors did state that the original offer of resting was still extended to those who visit.

And it was there that Professor Cherry had sent Mari and her friends. She recommended Mari to see Arceus, the creator of this world, and that the rumored woman in the Lodge would help her. So, it was through the light snow that Mari found herself...

Upon knocking, Mari would hear but a single word. "Coming," it said. Then, the only thing that could be heard for a moment was the snow coming down.

The door opened, and someone emerged. It was a woman, short in stature with white hair. If anything, she could be mistaken for a growing girl, though one statement was enough to dispel that possibility.

"Hello." She bowed. "Thanks for knocking. Welcome to the Snowbound Lodge. Here. Come in. Let's get you out of the cold." Heidi gestured Mari to come in and enter.

There was a warm bed along with a small kitchen area and sitting area. There was even a television and a computer nearby as well. It didn't seem to anyone else in the lodge for now, however.

"My name's Heidi. I'm the current owner of the lodge, but I don't come here all too often. Did you come here to rest a little? I can make some tea if you're still feeling cold."

She hadn't realized that who she was waiting for was right in front of her.

@rathalascendant

#muse heidi #rathalascendant #verse: main

[valeanwerewolf]

starter for @etruatcaelum (continuation past the torture scene)

·-–—–-· She eats when fed, drinks when given water. The light is still a little harsh to her eyes, but she's slowly getting used to it, used to living. The nurse told her she was screaming last night, but Roxxie doesn't remember it. She supposes that it must be true, why else would her throat and jaw hurt so much today?

There's a sound somewhere in her periphery, but Roxxie pays it no mind. The sky is so beautiful today, a perfect blue, unclouded, and it would be a waste to not appreciate that sight for a little longer. Who knows how long she'd get to see it?

"Roxxie?"

There's the sound again. A voice, right. Whose voice? Tereza's voice. Roxxie remembers. Tereza got her out. Shot her way through the underground walkways until not a single Xiong remained. Roxxie didn't think Tereza was real when Tereza came for her. It had been too long at that point. No sleep, no reprieve from the torment, fire, steel and electricity. They woke her everytime she closed her eyes.

Did Tereza kiss her? Or was that another thing that didn't happen?

A hand gently touches her shoulder and she turns her head. Tereza's eye was like the sky, a deep blue that Roxxie thought she'd never get to see again either.

"Roxxie, are you okay?"

She hears the question, turns it around in her head. "Okay?"

The old Roxanne would have put more bite into her words, but she wasn't that woman anymore. She was …broken. A toy made to be smashed to pieces. Tereza's gaze falls to the floor. They sit like this until the clock strikes eight and the PA system instructs all visitors to leave. When Tereza places a kiss on her brow, Roxanne doesn't feel it. She's not really Roxxie anymore. She's just meat, and skin, and bones. And hurt, so much hurt.

It's the middle of the night when she wakes. The person standing next to her bed is someone she doesn't recognize. Roxxie would glare, but she isn't Roxxie anymore.

#ic #etruatcaelum #verse: main

[silentbutsadistic]

The most important point of it all is that fallen Neo eventually PURRS, that's always important

#ooc #headcanon #verse: main #apex predator (HAH)

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @starzfield

He looked nice when he smiled. She couldn't deny it. But the number of options they had was a bit overwhelming, especially that she was still wondering about him. A vampire.

"Hmmm, I am not sure...perhaps I will go for some tea after all. Jasmine sounds nice, perhaps something with lavender. Or verbena. Something light, fruity. I like that...and I am used to infusions. I do not really like sweet things. So, anything that is not so sweet would be just fine...I'll trust you with the final choice."

This little chit-chat managed to calm her down, although Nunnally was not truly prepared to the reply to her question. She obviously didn't mean he was a man. Why would that be an issue? But it seemed that such an assumption put the man at ease. Was him being a man causing surprise between the human customers? Why would anyone care, male or female? Humans were so odd; Nunnally did not understand them and that was just another example. But it was more concerning that he was avoiding to discuss the REAL topic. Didn't he notice she wasn't a human? Or did he pretend he didn't? Nunnally hesitated internally. Should she simply tell him she knew? That he was a vampire? Well, probably not. So - for the time being - she decided to pretend that was exactly what surprised her.

"I wouldn't expect that." - she smiled - "This is my first time in the maid cafe ever so everything is rather new. But you can say I am lucky then. To get you as my waiter."

"I apologize..." - she added after a short moment - "...if my question was impolite...I have had no intention to insult you in anyway. I was...just suprised...also by the fact that such places.." - she looked around - "...exist. But I think I like it here." - she decided.

"My name is Nunnally..." - probably another mistake; people don't introduce themselves to waiters, right? But she came as odd already so probably that shouldn't be too much of a problem - "Tell me, are you allowed to join a customer for a cup of tea?" - she smiled again - "Don't worry, if you think I am odd. Many think so. I do not mind."

#gabriel #nunnally #verse: main #starzfield #i am so sorry for the wait #and yes #she decided to be careful