#VERSE; ( TBD )

[mistrdctr]

@suffcring sent: “american girls would seriously dig me with my cute british accent.” Darcy is an American girl. She does not have a British accent, and the one she is pretending to have is not, in any way, cute. [Memes & Starters | always accepting]

The crunch that appears when Stephen bites into his freshly-made Pastrami sandwich cuts through the silence following Darcy's words like a hot knife would melt through a block of butter; The action is interrupted, however, with him pausing mid-action as his brain receives the information given, works with it, and then...

He blinks. Once. Twice. Knits his brows as he looks up from his truly delicious lunch (god, he's been starving!), slowly chewing along as his bright gaze finally comes to a rest on the woman sitting across the table.

The soft fabric of his cloak touches his cheek, tries to wipe away what must be a smidge of mayonnaise; Strange tilts his head to the side, used to his garment's liking for PDA by now. His collar follows his motion however, and Stephen flicks his head to the side once more - twice - before muttering a low "Stop that." to which his companion finally retreats and lets him be messy in peace.

Yes, his gaze is still resting on Darcy. And yes, he blinks again, brows knitting even further before he opens his mouth. Then, he closes it. Opens it again. Closes it right after.

"---We gotta work on your 'british accent'," There's a lot of emphasis put onto the last two words, "and with 'we' I mean 'you'." A deadpan comment, made by a slightly confused sorcerer who's trying to have a good time and yet has to deal with whatever this is. "And while you do that - preferably inside your head - I'll keep eating my lunch. ---Deal?"

[writelikeyouarerunningoutof]

@cag3dsong | for nadia stark.

Arms folded across his chest, Sam bears the appearance of someone who is absolutely paying attention to the briefing. His eyebrows furrow, as if seriously contemplating the words of the agent at the front of the room. "Is he even listening himself, or does he just want to hear himself speak?" He pitches his voice low so only the woman next to him hears him.

[bxd-kxrma]

@liroyalty

Draconia Scre. The new home of this once banished knight, a secret she would keep to the grave as she wouldn’t let misplaced punishment sully her reputation. For now, she would put her thoughts into this new position she had been granted to which even surprised herself at the announcement.

Three dragon eggs. Stolen and recovered by Karma. It seemed to be easy to pick up on gossip and shady dealings in this land when having little to no connection with it which, of course made the process of recovering said eggs quite easy as she played the part of a successful noble from another land all too eager to purchase such profound and expensive goods.

It was only her code as a knight to return the eggs to where they belonged, regardless of reward.

Now she stood in her own quarters in the kingdom… A royal knight. Long, braided pink hair would fall over one shoulder as she bit at the tip of her thumb in thought, a bad habit of hers. The eyes of and glares from others at her position would not be ignored by the woman. She knew there were some who thought the sudden position was unfairly given. But this was nothing she had not dealt with before, leaving her rather unbothered and only thinking of the rapid adjustments she needed to take on, and quickly.

The knights mind would snap out of its endless thoughts as a knock to the door came. She would move to open it to reveal no one but the princess. “My lady.” Quickly, she would bow out of respect for her new lordess.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

[venomhearted]

" YOU KNOW, I've heard it's said that the only difference between a poisoner and a healer is in the dosage. Do you agree with that?"

[secxndchance]

@leoxcantus liked for a starter

The boy had awoken with no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there. The last thing he remembered was facing off against Vanitas. Had he succeeded? Had he destroyed the X-blade? What about Terra and Aqua? Were they okay?

Ventus was brought out of his thoughts when a group of strange looking creatures lunged at him. Not unversed, but not too dissimilar. The boy reached out to summon his keyblade but...nothing.

That was weird.

If he'd been any slower, they might have swarmed him, but Ventus managed to roll out of the way just in time. How the hell was he supposed to fight without his keyblade?

"What is this place?"

[howdyneighborr]

’ We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared. ’ - kenny to cartman :3c

@dustified; saw sentence starters -> [ x ]

❝ C’mon, Kenny– You act like we did that stuff on purpose. Well, the grand theft auto wasn’t an accident, but it was totally necessary… And hella fucking sweet, dude. Don’t act like it wasn’t cool as shit. ❞ Eric belly-laughed and kicked his feet up on the dashboard, pressing the toes of his shoes against the frosted glass. ❝ And no one’s going to find out – unless —; we want them to. ❞ He turned his eerie blue-brown stare to the other and a grin curled up his cheeks. Eric bit his lip.

[chosenbythecrystal]

Noctis didn't see his younger brother as often as he'd like. He made time for him as best he could, but his schedule had picked up in recent months back. If he wasn't shadowing his father in a council meeting, he was training and if he wasn't training, he was studying history or politics or battle tactics.

The woes of being Crown Prince, he supposed.

"Hey, 'Zora," he called out in greeting, catching sight of the younger teen as he left the training room after a session with Gladio. "You busy?"

@muses-morii

[optimisticrobin]

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𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 & 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒

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Dick might not be Bruce's biological son, but he was still his eldest. He was still the Crown Prince of Gotham. Bruce had always been careful not to push him – he wanted to give him as much freedom as they could, but people were starting to put pressure on them both.

He would turn 21 soon, and he'd yet to marry. He hadn't even been in a long term relationship. He knew that under the council's suggestion, Bruce was starting to look into potential matches for him now. He didn't want that. He didn't want to be married off to some stranger even if it would likely strengthen Gotham's standing through a potential alliance.

So he'd turned to Barbara, his only hope of escaping such a fate.

"Look, I know it's a lot to ask but...could we pretend to be dating? Just for a while to keep Bruce and the council off my back."

There were plenty who thought that there was something more than friendship between them anyway, so it wouldn't be too big a stretch.

[ofgreasestains]

@autobotadriana

“It almost feels like a crime to be washing a Cadillac in my driveway like this.” Charlie jokes as she uses the soaked soapy sponge to swipe across Adriana’s hood as she gave the femmebot a scrub down.

The young mechanic was always happy to see the other Autobot whenever she came into town to visit. Unlike Bumblebee, it seem Adriana had more leeway or she was just more sneaky about coming to see her. Either way, Charlie appreciated it as the femmebot was her only source of news of how Bee was doing these days, not to say she didn’t enjoy the Adriana’s company too.

“Couldn’t you show up with something less.. conspicuous?” Laughs Charlie. Last thing she needed was the neighbors being nosy as too while there was a Cadillac in front of the Watson’s house.

[slade-txt]

One of the cogs is stalling again.

Irritating.

[quiet-kunoichi]

❓+ do you like sarcastic broody vampires?

[ make kimi choose | @crowsalvation ] Lifting her chin just so, Kimiko cocks her head. As though tauntingly exposing her thrumming jugular. Cocking a single eyebrow to express her -feigned- response: unimpressed. If she'd never met one, how could she truly know? However, Kimiko knew herself to be a recluse. 'Liking' someone always came upon her suddenly, accidentally. Like tripping over some invisible object in the path. She disliked everyone she met; loathed some unfortunate few. It was only natural to her. "No." She answers smugly, like she hadn't given it any thought. Although the Tamashi had to answer the question, no one ever said she couldn't tell a lie.

[mistrdctr]

@resignedworkaholics cont. [x]

Hah, very funny: The human body is mostly made of liquid, around 50 to 70 percent of one's existence consists of water, yada yada, all of that - Stephen knows; He's a doctor, after all. Somewhere still, at least...

"With liquid I mean --- Uh, yeah, thanks."

Receiving his Vanilla-Matcha Frappé with an extra dash of fresh cream, scarred fingers curling around the cup, the sorcerer speaks his thanks to the barista before turning on his heel, taking a sip; He follows the other out of the small café, accompanied by a hiss and a muttered "Ah, fuck that!" as the sensation of a burn sears itself across his tongue.

"Oh, really? - Well thanks, gotta learn something new every single day, I suppose." Sarcasm. Stephen knows he needs money to buy himself a drink, and he was so damn sure he had some on his frame - but then, once that cute guy behind the counter had asked for the payment, he'd realized that 150 Rupees won't be sufficient to pay for his choice of beverage.

Bummer. Well, he's got it anyway, thanks to that unknown one being so considerate.

The question, however, makes the sorcerer stop in mid-motion; He blinks, gaze lifting from his cup to meet that of the other one, a somewhat surprised expression sitting on his features as he does. Ah, must be the cut on his cheek, right? Or the bruise on his bottom lip? Perhaps the dried blood below his nostrils--- And the money-thing, obviously.

"---Uh, yeah!", is what Stephen says, a bit too enthusiastically perhaps; He clears his throat, still trying to cool down his tongue by taking a few shallow breaths through parted lips. "Good. Peachy. Perfect. Just, uh --- must have lost my wallet along the way somewhere. Or, uh, the Dollars inside. Had a bit of a rough day."

A bit. Just... slightly.

[writelikeyouarerunningoutof]

Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did. For Sam

meme: five times text meme status: accepting (from mutuals)

[ unsent text: N. Stark ] I'm not the ideas guy here. [ unsent text: N. Stark ] Nothing about this is normal! [ unsent text: Nadia ] Think my ex said the exact same thing - no. [ unsent text: Nadia ] Don't think shooting my way out of this one is gonna work. [ unsent text: Nadia ] Fuck. [ text: Nadia ] Time for a break. For us both.

[whiskeysmulti]

@thehandworld replied to your post “He was just going to fake a nap and keep an eye on...”:

Hibari: OI! I did that first! (.... he really wants to argue with yours all the time...)

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Now he was annoyed at that voice. No one should dare wake him. He turned, almost reflexively prepared to take a fighting stance, until he saw something that surprised him. He was face to face with his younger self. "Not worth the time." Hibari huffed and walked away. He remembered how much of a temperamental brat he was then and he honestly didn't want the headache right now.

[biblicallyaccuratemcuarchive]

¹⁸⁾ “you should let the medic check you out before you leave.” (stephanie to Bucky)

“Y’know,” Bucky spares his friend a quick glance, but nothing more— he can’t let her go and think that she’s winning this battle, after all. Stephanie Rogers…World’s most endearing hypocrite. Were she in Bucky’s position, he knows she’d be brushing off the suggestion of medical aid, just as he is now.

“I’m feeling better already, so I don’t see a need to bother anybody. Let the medic focus on someone whose injuries won’t heal on their own, yeah?”

[secxndchance]

@electricea liked for a starter

"Um, hey! Excuse me!" Ventus shouted as he jogged towards a boy who looked to be around his age, maybe a little older. Another world visited on his quest to find Terra, each world vastly different to the last. Part of him felt a little homesick, but he was meeting so many new and interesting people. Besides, he couldn't go home until he'd found Terra.

He didn't believe what the masked boy had said about him becoming a different person but still...he was a little uneasy.

"I'm looking for my friend. You haven't seen him have you? He's got brown hair and he's dressed kind of like me." Ventus rambled, raising his hand above his head. "Oh, and he's like...this tall."