#Verse; ((I haven't decided yet ^~^;))

[flowerakatsuka]

i felt like drawing kuroba's osokun design again. looks like they found a playmate for the day while visiting their grandparents. :3c

[keztis]

while making survivor icons ( gotta feat. my boy's Canon Fit ofc ), i decided i'm fine with survivor verses. wasn't sure at first, and even low-key had an internal debate about it—considering my feelings about certain parts. buuut it isn't like i didn't love and enjoy the hell out of the game, too lol

a'ight, just gonna make it official here: survivor verses default to the midway point of the game / timeline, aka right before the final confrontation with dagan, unless we've explicitly plotted otherwise!

so does anyone want cal in their inbox ✨

[iobartach]

@vi1trum [eris] asked;

The female was following around the guide that had been assigned to the female throughout the building. The Viltrumite agent was honestly bored but she kept a polite smile and nodded when the human was trying to start a conversation. Eris had been sent here to check on Nolan since it had been a while since he last reported to them. He simply stated his son finally had powers like a true Viltrumite so he was going to ready the planet for their arrival. Well when she arrived, she was not greeted by Nolan so she went to search around to learn what had happened. Nolan fled after beating his child but not ending him. A concern that he did not snuff out the weak but no matters. Eris decided to take over trying to conquer the planet but she was using a diplomatic approach. she had learned about an organization called the Order whom she assumed would see more reason than a place called the GDA. Pausing in her tracks her onyx eyes landed on a large frame in a lab looking room but he was a tall male. Taller than the female by a good five inches and this intrigued her. Opening the door, she went inside the room even though the guide was stuttering like a fish trying to state not to go in there. The alien walked deeper into the lab pausing in the middle to look at the technology to see pieces of non-human tech that might have been salvage from a wreckage. The male guide was fidgeting at the entrance as Eris locked eyes with the male walking with confidence over towards were he was. Still, she did not touch anything before asking, “What projects are you currently working on with the scraps of alien technology?” Maybe if any of the projects were useful she could help procure the technology resources that were currently missing for some pieces to function properly. The Viltrumite knew she would capture more flies using honey.

Time had moved at a fast clip for Miguel, during the past number of months. It wasn't so long ago that he still remembers clocking into his laboratory in the GDA, looking forward to another day's work. Not needing to work about his finances, or that the costs covering the running of the machines currently keeping his daughter alive would not be unplugged, due to a missed payment.

He remembers, because the life he's forged since, rubbing elbows with criminals instead of kowtowing to the whims of the agency, provided a similar level of care, if not superior. All of which was thanks to The Order's efforts, who had welcomed the both of them into their midst, with few questions asked. Which was just as well, given the state he'd been found in, with eyes turned a bright scarlet, clawed hands delicately clutching a frail, petite figure, still clothed in a hospital gown.

Had anyone tried to approach, they could count themselves lucky if they survived with all their limbs intact, for Miguel, with eyes only for Gabriella, for his sickly, infirmed daughter, he was poised to wreak havoc on the rest of the world, refusing to let anyone stop him. And yet, instead of being deterred by this, The Order had understood. Had made and kept promises, that helped to convince Miguel to align himself with the group. All that was asked, in return for funding, for providing the very facilities that ensured his daughter would remain above ground, giving him more time to devise a cure... was to fulfil a few requests handed out by The Order themselves.

An arrangement that had felt fair, in spite of what it hinted at; Miguel would need to get his hands bloody on occasion, eliminating a target of the organisation's choosing. A task that, ever since his accident, appealed to the creature that crawled beneath his flesh. That he embraced and welcomed, for what it promised in return. That being the power to crush anyone who was determined to get in his way.

Once established within The Order, everything had fallen into place in rapid succession. A space had been provided for Gabriella's care, fitted with the latest machines that laundered money could provide, as well as technology, not of terrestrial origin, that he was still in the process of understanding. This sterile place, occasionally staffed by assistants, at his own request, seemed carefully maintained, that didn't cater for...

Visitors.

The thumping of purposeful strides alerts him first, head lifting from the clipboard held in his hand to gaze upon the visitor, recognising their attire at once.

Viltrumite.

Recalling the damage wreaked by another of their kind, Miguel's gaze hardens into a scorching glare, that causes his jaw to open a fraction, ready to strike. What was one doing here, of all places? Had the group lost their damn minds, associating with such a dangerous race? Unless...

He blinked suddenly, the pieces falling into place. She was permitted to be here, because The Order allowed it. Processing this, Miguel's looming form leans sideways for a moment, neck arching to look beyond the alien warrior to study the escort that had accompanied her. A babysitter, not doubt assigned by the bosses, Hmm. Taking this on board, he resumes his earlier posture, challenging the tallest of humans with his immense size, complimented further by the way that the labcoat he wore hugged his frame, in how the outline of muscles creased alabaster fabric.

"Alien technology? You picked up on that straight away?" He aimed to sound surprise, but doubted it would be received well, so he quickly corrected himself. "Which isn't surprising. And, yeah, to answer your question, yes, I am. ... Or at least, I'm attempting to do so." The trouble was, he didn't exactly have a manual to hand, but perhaps this stranger could help.

Before venturing to ask though, he was willing to provide some context, if only to clarify why exactly there was a little girl, resting on a bed, hooked up to a myriad of machines, whilst he lingered nearby, taking notes.

"And I'm... trying to find a cure for my daughter's condition."

[nohumaen]

the harbinger of conquest

a pupil of natsume soseki who works both with the ADA and the Port Mafia from time to time per the guidence of his master, his ability was also artifically created in a lab that grants him the ability to control and subjugate whoever is seen bellow himself. however, tetsuya has an extremely low self-esteem which comes from his trauma of being treated so badly at the labs, therefore, his ability sometimes fails him should he come to admire or think highly of someone or if he's seeing himself as too low compared to others.

however, working as a neutral party like natsume, he has been getting a better hang of his ability and ensuring that other organizations have no power over him but preferring to keep the peace when working with the ada or the port mafia.

despite this, there shall be one day where tetsuya is able to have people on the palm of his hand and yet... it depends on which path he is to take, whether for good or for bad.

tetsuya / gender: male ( he/him ) / height: 178cm / ability: I walk alone ( allows him to subjugate anyone who he sees bellow himself, due to self-esteem issues or if he sees someone above him, it causes his ability to fail. )

[dreadbornesaint-moved]

"Zoinks."

[splendidemendax]

i am writing a python program to print a random line from my phd reading list. i kind of wish i was joking but i am very much not.

[byanyan]

new verse:ㅤpost-college / tattoo artist

ㅤafter finishing community college with an associate degree in fashion design, byan is 22 and struggling to find work in the industry. between not being the easiest person to get along with and their disinterest in working on projects that don't match their style, no one is particularly interested in giving them a chance. in a stroke of luck, however, a tattoo artist they've known since they were 13, who did their first tattoo for them at 14 and would sometimes let them watch her work over the years, offered them an apprenticeship under her while they were getting their latest piece done and complaining about failed job interviews. though startled by the offer, byan immediately accepted.

while their apprenticeship and eventual job as a tattoo artist is what takes up most of their time these days, they still work on fashion projects on the side. a lot of it continues to be for themself, but a good amount is also sold on the online shop they started while in college, which is relatively successful. and, of course, they'll still go out to get a little rowdy, do some less-than-legal things, and get themself into fights for the fun of it — maybe a little less than in the past, now that they have more access to creative outlets, but certainly with decent regularity.

[aletheialed]

"Umm... Daddy?"

Trucy's expression is the picture of innocence as she stands, hands held carefully behind her back, beaming up at her father with a smile on her face. In other words - she's definitely up to something. She's sure he's very aware of it, too, but it doesn't worry her - after all, Daddy has somewhat of a mischievous streak himself, and she knows that he knows that whatever she's planing is something he'll ultimately be able to handle.

Still, though. That wide smile and those innocent eyes can only speak to one thing - trouble. But it's actually not what one would expect that she wants to talk about today.

"Are you busy? I have something to show you, you see, and it really can't wait!"

@turnabovt ( starter! )

[unrely]

just so we're clear, i already have a whole good omens verse for izzy hands. please come talk to your local demon

[chcsingdrecms]

the idea of azrael's body having once been a vessel is an interesting thought to have-- yes, very spn, and shockingly he's one of my angel muses who doesn't have roots that really tie back to that fandom. but just sometimes i wanna dig more into some of the ideas to be had there. like that the body he's kicking around in originally belonged to someone else-- and that adds into the mystery as to who gave up their body for the angel of death. because i feel like i could have a lot of fun playing with that idea. of who this vessel once was before azrael appeared to him. this also may just because i'd been seeing a lot of stuff concerning his face claim and it's being tempting.

[sylviareviar]

Wish list meme : a character i'd like to play with? :0

Two characters: Yuka and Yuta. They are ZEXAL muses on account of using Xyz decks, and I love them so much.

I don't know what kind of deck Yuka should use, if any at all. Yuta, however, came from a gift another muse gave Sylvia!

A while back, @electricea's Ryuji gave Sylvia a Melffy deck. I fell in love with the Melffys then, and have loved them ever since. Hence, I created little Yuta, a four-year-old boy dueling prodigy who LOVES to duel. He often wins using his Melffys, despite them being low-level, and spends a lot of his time at preschool dueling other kids.

Yuka is Yuta's older sister. She's 12, and goes to Yuma Tsukumo's school, Heartland Academy. However, she doesn't like dueling. She has a deck, but no Disk Disk, and no Duel Gazer. This is because of her risk of seizures. Flashing lights bother her, and her seizures get worse and worse the longer she goes on. In other words, she's pretty frickin sick. My general idea with her was to make a cold, distant character that Yuma tried to get close to, but couldn't duel. He proudly got her a Duel Disk and Duel Gazer for her to duel with him, and for a moment, she really did have fun. But mid-duel, she had another seizure and hated Yuma for making her duel him after his constant pestering. The doctors say her condition is severely declining, and if she tries dueling even one more time, she might not make it.

Yuka can still duel without special effects. But the problem there is that everyone loves special effects so much, with AR technology getting as far as it has. No one wants to give it up. So now if anyone asks her about if she likes to duel, Yuka just answers no, straight and to the point. She knows no one would want to duel with just cards, because that's boring.

Yuta doesn't fully understand Yuka's situation. Yuta and Yuka live alone in a house surveilled by hospital robots. Yuka's mom is a neurobiologist, and she's out traveling the world searching for something that could help her. The two don't have a living father.

Yuta loves dueling, and has a lot of fun doing it. However, unbeknownst to Yuka, he knows she's sick-- he just doesn't know why, or that she doesn't have long left. Yuta keeps the fact he knows a secret, because good boys don't listen in, and he thinks if he's a good boy, then Yuka will get better. So he tries to be as good as he can.

I think it'd be cool if Yuta was taken over by a Number card, like Mannequin Cat for example. But idk if Mannequin Cat was used in the anime, because I don't remember much at this point. Still, what I wanted to add to the ZEXAL anime with this (rather than using Sylvia, for example), was that humanity can be very fragile. Yuma has shown lots of resilience and strength, which is something Astral relies on and learns a lot from. I want Astral to learn from Yuka, however, that not all humans are built the same. Not all humans are born equal.

If Yuta gets taken over by a Number, it'd enhance his want to protect his big sister and be a good boy. He doesn't want his daddy to take his big sister away from him, because then he'd have nothing left.

Sorry, I know it's pretty dark for a character idea. But this is also something I've genuinely considered for a long while. And of course, I do want Yuka and Yuta to have a happy ending. I don't want Yuka to die. I don't have a face claim for her, nor do I think I could easily find one, because I want her to have two-toned hair like the rest of Yu-Gi-Oh! protagonists (same with Yuta).

But that's about all I have on them for now. I know this looks like a lot, but this isn't NEARLY as much as I have for Sylvia, for example, and people know I LOVEEEEEE info dumping about her.

[steveha1rrington]

my url is like so ironic bc it's modeled after steve's social media handles (stevehairrington) ... but like, in reality, steve hates the harrington name & escapes it all costs whenever he can -

[hopes-memorial]

I'm admittedly a lazy bastard and don't want to make more ocs to neglect, so I might be moving all poke verse stuff for these guys to @/illusions-end to have a full league.

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

When you can't decide if you're glad for having spectator privilege thanks to events that are clearly gonna unfold at some point… Or kinda pissed off about having said privilege, because of factors related to said events-- (Because on the one hand-- Getting to see your boyfriend bossed around a lil as is going down 👀 But at the same time-- this also means you've gotta spectate on things to do with him being involved with a woman)

[exwlf]

STARTER CALL ( open ).

"you're ellie, right?" she already knows the answer as she approaches @sourfilm, maria had pointed out all the 'kids' around abby's age this morning as the former fireflies had been given a tour of jackson. "i'm abby, i'm with the group that just came up from utah,"

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a tiramisu please?

Bottom male reader perhaps meeting Alessio at a club or party and being smitten with him and decides to have a one night stand with him

Also is it ok if I am 🖍️anon? (Pronounced like craynon)

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you found the flirtatious hunk at the club rather cute - and it seems like the both of you can't keep your hands off of each other. might as well head over and get into his pants, right?

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Parties seemed to be his scene. Even moreso when he's got a pretty lil' thing like you grinding up on him on the dance floor. He barely knew your name but he sure as hell knew the taste of your lips. Fuck. You were fun to kiss.

He found that out especially so when you stumbled with him through the hazes of booze and bright lights. His hands were all over you from the crowd to the bar. He bought you a drink, then two. Let you pipe on about how you're so happy you can unwind after exam week. He finds out you're a student at his uni. Well ain't that convenient?

"Mechanical huh?"

"Yup! First year."

"Well if you need a tutor," his lips smile into the rim of his glass. Glossy emerald eyes flicker over in time for you giggle. Your hand shoves at his arm. Electric. Your touch, your eyes. Everything about you.

So eager too. You just slipped off of his lap after another steamy makeout. Did you even remember his name? "You offerrin' me something, 'essio?" Seems you do. He quite likes it on your tongue.

His hand falls back to your thigh, just as greedy. A calloused thumb strokes along the fabric of your pants. If he could he'd dig in here and now. You'd love the feel of his silver rings clamped round your thighs as he split your pretty little hole open. "Maybe I am. It working?"

What a charmer. His words couple with a grin and a wink. Dangerous. That's the only way to describe. But like most forbidden things, the man donned in silver and black drips with allure.

You are no saint. Indulge, why don't you?

What else were you to do? Pass up on a guy who's so evidently packing something in his ripped black jeans? No way in hell. You snatched him up the second you could. A second make-out, then a third. All the way back to your apartment.

The door shut and the next second he shows you his strength. Wraps large hands round your thighs and hoists you up. Shoves you back into the wall just as his tongue does your mouth. Chills wash over you as a silver piercing graces your pink muscle so graciously. How friendly.

Alessio's far from a patient man. He'll tongue kiss you breathless all while stripping haphazardly at your clothes. Chuckle when you whine and buck at the hand that had just been pre-occupying itself with your pleasure. Another cute thing — your dick in his palm. Especially how it squirts and twitches all over.

"Pobrecito," his tongue clicks beside your ear. His hand returns to your hard cock and squeezes at the head once - twice - as he drops you down into your sheets. Handling you and your furniture as if he owned the damn place. "Too greedy for a man you just met? Or are ya just that pent up?"

The jerky motion of his palm is cruel. You hiccup and he makes sure to kiss on your adam's apple while you grind into the calloused feel. "Please," you quiver. "Please - please please."

Warmth withdraws, you nearly whine and reach for his hair to cling. "Oh baby I haven't even stretched you out yet." Spit streaks your hole, he's got good aim. You can't really appreciate it as his words run rampant through your mind.

Stretch you out? "I can take it - jus' need some lube. I'm not a virgin." So proudly you say it and yet - the shadow of emerald peering down at you renders you nearly timid. He chuckles, deep and dark as his thumb flicks across your tip.

"Aww that's cute."

His free hand circles fingers at your rim. The centre of his brows crease and knit upwards as he croons while you throb around his slowly inching fingers. "That so? Please." Another snicker. Cocky bastard. But maybe he's right, with the way two fingers stuff you up you're suddenly reconsidering what he might be hiding down there.

He'll stretch you out on his fingers more than once. It's slow for the first round. You wonder if that's what he prefers — but the second has you jerking, crying as he fucks his fingers in till the knuckle. So effortless too. Like he's done this multiple times before.

Seems like it. The way he croons and cooes at you tells you he's said these words before. The way he so expertly know where to curl his criminally long and thick fingers only motivates the fact. He'd get you off twice like that. Lean down and kiss your sticky tip so messily before he finally backs off.

What the fuck. Oh that's more than you could have ever imagined. His fat cockhead slaps back into him. Tall and proud with throbs at his tip to match. And that vein that pulses on the underside? You lick your lips to restrain the urge to swoop down and suckle on it. Not that he'd give you a chance with the snatch to your thighs that yanks you to the end of the bed, his cock rests atop your thigh. Fuck — it's heavy too.

He asks if you're ready. What a gentleman. As if he wasn't making you cream on his fingers just a second ago. Caresses your sides and positions. He even made sure to jerk you off a bit while he pushed in. Maybe he's addicted to your pleasure.

Pop! The tip alone has you straining. You squeeze out lube he drizzled all over combined with his saliva. What's Alessio doing? Grinning. As he splits you open on his cock and grips your waist when you try to squirm. Yanks you back down on his dick so that your ass is spread wide as he jams between your legs.

"This the same cock you said you could take hermoso?"

Skin slaps wet and rapid. Plap plap plap! His balls smack against your ass. Strong hands yank you down on every plough of his cock. You're drooling. Loopy. Head limped into the sheets and hands barely gripping anymore.

A mess of your cum stains your thighs and splatters your tummy. Runs down your poor abused ass to mix with Alessio's seed. He's pumped you full who-knows how many times.

And he's still going.

Your dick squirts more when he grabs it with his free hand that's not got your thigh hunched over his muscled shoulder in a tight slot. "Answer me pretty boy." Even his hiss drips with sex appeal.

You try to nod. Try to speak. How can you when he starts bullying a gummy spot so deep inside. Knocking so roughly. Sloshing up your heat with sprays of more cum. How isn't he stopping?

"C-Can - can take it - can take - hngh - 'e-essiiioooooo I can't takkeee iiitttt."

With a shaky hand you pathetically clamp on his bicep. You want him close. And he's so gracious for a man you just met. He drops his weight and squishes you in half. Pours kisses down your neck as he slams all the way. Throbs a few times. Then shallowly fucks you through another orgasm.

You search for his lips. Messy. Just like the kiss he wretches your jaw into. Oh how he suffocates you. How he pumps you full and has your smaller body creaming all over him.

"Tha's what I thought. Yeah. Fucking whore thought he could take me first try huh?" He keeps a grip tight around your jaw when he parts from your lips. Saliva is the only connecting. Strings of slick just like down below where your tight ass spurts messes of cum again and again.

"Right baby? You can take it. Not a virgin after all - fuckk - so take it!"

Another slam. Your body jerks on the bed. You tear nails down his back and sniffle out a sob as you spray his toned abdomen again. The knot in your tummy is tight. Legs tremble on his shoulders. "Please - pleasepleasee-ease-easseeee"

How pathetic. All Alessio can do is chuckle along the crook of your neck as he paints hickies in return of your cum that decorates him.

He thought you were cute at the party alone. But you're fucking adorable when you struggle to take his cock.

  Despite the roughness he'll pepper soft kisses all over your face once it's over. Hoist you up into his big arms and carry you to the bathroom. How the hell isn't he spent? You can barely see straight!

You'd be in and out of consciousness but he'll make sure to clean you up. Get you nice and comfortable in your bed before slotting in beside you.

You're surprised to see he's still there in the morning. In your kitchen - making you food? "An apology for wrecking your ass." He jokes. You could get used to this. . . but it's just a one night stand, right? You're reminded of that once he's out the door.

Well. Until later that night when your phone pings. When did you give him your number??

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