#v. 003

[occultologist]

last of us (show) starters

@poemsaid ASKED: ❝ there’s no way anyone knows we’re here, right? ❞ from dawn summers.

HE CREEPS along , stake held tightly in hand even if he's aware he's unlikely to use it . he nods at dawn's question , looking more certain than he feels .

❝ yes , of course . i don't think anyone even knows these tunnels exist . we should be perfectly sa - ❞

his words are abruptly cut off as a vampire leaps down from above , a growl coming from the mouth of its menacing grin .

❝ - fe , ❞ he manages to finish before grabbing dawn and spinning her around . ❝ run ! ❞

[wantdead]

starter. / this was going to be tough. she was only a child ; she shouldn't be the answer to stopping a war like some greek tragedy. dean volunteered to have the conversation with her — the consensus was that he knew how to do it best... but he wasn't looking forward to proving that. he smiled kindly as he watched jami sitting next to him. " — how's the milkshake? " / @patchedstars [ jami ]

[asgardianhammer]

჻ϟ჻

( @ssolessurvivor continued from here. )

[ ϟ ]— Whatever intrusive thoughts had plagued him as of late, concern ever-present in the god’s mind, they had evaporated somewhat during their descend on the planet, and frayed at the edges even further during the initial exploration.

It has been… oddly thrilling to walk amongst the fauna here, the very first steps taken upon the soil here feeling strangely familiar beneath his feet.

All of it seemed to touch upon something that resided in the Asgardian, the energies and essences of the environment seemingly reaching out to his very own, in some odd fashion.

There was life here, and more importantly, a certain type of life. He could feel it in his skin and stirrings of elements in his veins, sensed it in the renewed prickle of light in his fingers...

With fingers running through the dark and rich leaves of a nearby plant Thor had finally, blissfully, managed to take in the first oxygen-rich breaths in, what felt like, ages.

And with it came an elation that was last felt... too long ago.

Mixture of gratitude and bliss found its way into his being, and the god had allowed for it to burst forward, with a loud chortle and swift advance towards the human.

Coming to a halt did nothing to subside the joy felt, the impact of the embrace something that only briefly concerned him.

' That you did,' and the agreement is riddled with appreciation, their entanglement momentarily adding a renewed layer of... happiness to already present joy.

Gratitude overflows then, in a brief tensing of arms, and perhaps it was a selfish need for connection with another that leaves the Asgardian unmoving for a moment longer.

' Thank you... for your efforts....truly...'

[greatsealed]

@epitomees ❤'d! ( for kotone! )

❝ It's too hard to pretend, so I stay away from my friends. I'm happy being a loner. ❞

[cosmicallybound]

     intrigue   flitted   across   the   witch's   youthful   visage,   a   dark   brow   quirked   in   silent   response   as   she   quietly   huffed.   no   one   smart   enough   dared   speak   to   her   in   such   a   way,   let   alone   think   that   she'd   heed   any   command   given.   dark   lashes   fluttered   as   she   studied   the   man   through   them,   head   canted   to   the   side.   plush   lips   pursed   as   she   considered   the   man,   silent   as   his   large   mass   prowled   across   the   room. 

     manicured   nails   tapped   a   silent   rhythm   against   the   plush   fabric   of   her   chair   as   she   considered   her   options.   truthfully,   there   was   little   the   man   could   do   to   hold   her   here   against   her   wishes,   yet   her   curiosity   silenced   any   thought   of   escape.   she'd   heard   the   stories,   well   acquainted   with   the   underworld   as   she   was,   &&   much   like   a   cat,   curiosity   led   her   down   a   dangerous   path.   molten   amber   glinted   with   amusement   as   that   piercing   gaze   turned   toward   her   petite   form,   painted   flesh   curled   into   a   teasing   smile   as   she   radiated   innocence.

  be ready to talk by the time i get to you. @goldenfists

     ❝   talking   is   not   the   problem,   darling.   i   can   talk   ad   nauseam,   but   i   doubt   that   is   why   i'm   here.   so   why   don't   you   ask   me   nicely   ??   i   might   be   able   to   talk   about   whatever   you   wish   if   you   do.   ❞   hyeon   leaned   forward,   body   lax   as   she   invaded   the   other's   space,   an   elegant   brow   raised   in   challenge.

DA Veilguard Prompts || accepting

[wiedzmacienia]

@honorhearted | continued from x

the morning, having come off a long evening during which she herself had a meeting with washing.ton followed by alden, had caused frustration to lace most of her existence the last few hours prior to her decision to seek the major out. another meeting of her own had been conducted this morning with alden providing fresh word from mrs. morgan which had been less than ideal. an acceleration of a plan had now been required and she had saw to it that molnar had left camp with a company not an hour before to see it done. the following hour, however, had been less tense, at least within the grand scheme of things. she'd entered back into her space with her light hues washing over a chest and come to some sort of decision. an item about the size of a larger book is wrapped in a cloth in her arms when she meets him outside his tent, worry creasing her features for a moment before he begins to respond. that is when katarzyna's features begin to cool in response, hold tightening on the item in her hold as if a means to keep her own emotions in check.

'don't you already know?'

know what?

there is a multitude of meanings the major could be referring to though she believes she's aware of which once once she allows the shock of his coolness to wear off. this must have to do with the conversation she'd held with the general the day before though the timetable presented for such a mission as he presented her with had been unclear the day before (clearly it was no longer unclear). yet she fails to see what reason tallmadge could have to be so angered by such for if they were truly to work together what reason should he have not to allow her to meet with one of those spying for him. especially if she was expected to share her own information with him from her own?

'seeing how his excellency has been cluing you in to our tactical plans before myself as of late, i would've thought this would be why you're here.'

until his following comment washes over her. that was it, wasn't it? she knew things he did not and it angered him. it angers her too, or rather his tone does as she follows him into the tent, thankful that the child is not there presently. idly she wonders if it angered him more that he wasn't being informed of certain things when others were or if it was because his excellency was speaking about it with a woman? somewhere in the back of her mind the witch knows she can not entirely fault tallmadge for something he is unaware of. that her actual position within her forces is still unclear to him even if washing.ton is well aware (and if washington approves of such or not, he has accepted it as what such is to provide him his alliance). that does not halt the ice-filled and tone which leaves her lips in response though.

"i actually came here to bring you this--"

the item in her arms is dropped, not roughly but not entirely gently either, onto his cleared desk still wrapped in cloth. she'd mentioned before that she held a copy of sun tz.u's art of war in it's original dialect and while she knows he could not read it she had intended to offer him the chance to look at it and perhaps read some of it to him with his own copy as reference. after all, he had offered to teach her of a language she did not know, even if such would have been done with auggie present. this was how she saw fit to return the favor. now however, she's beginning to regret such a notion.

"--because i thought you might like to see it."

there is a harshness to her, a glare given to the wrapped book itself as if it burned her before falling up toward the major who she's now standing next to by the desk. she holds her ground, stance firmly in place, confident and perhaps defiant. men and woman had been punished for less of a tone with her. but he was not one of those under her command and she knows, even if she must keep reminding herself, that he can not be faulted for his lack of understanding. it's entirely infuriating and yet perhaps more of an indication of why he should not be informed of such, at least until he presents himself ready to accept it.

'i'm supposed to go check on abe -- by myself, might i add -- but w.ashington has suddenly decided that you need to come along.'

this is new information. katarzyna knew the town the general wished for her to go to with the major from their conversation of which also spoke of her own presence there prior, her own spies of which could help the cause though names had not been discussed. she imagined that would be worked out between her and the major or when they arrived and would meet with those allies they had. it seemed a benefit to have her join the major. no matter how one looked upon it, a crossover of their allies would have to transpire and it would only aid the cause if she could see where his lived and such be able to send a critical message quickly if needed. the new information in question however is the name. abe. it makes her eyes widen briefly before she lets out a calming breath. surely there was more than one abe in the town. he could not be referring to cabbage man.

'it's too dangerous. you're not a spy, zyna -- you're not even one of my men, so this is a fool's errand. please…'

anger rises back within her before his use of a nickname seems to cause her pause enough to actually listen to his words. has he ever referred to her such before? now she finds a strange mix of emotions playing at her. he has managed to insult her and express worry for her in the same breath. had he not seen what she had been capable of before that first night they met or even when they fought that horrid creature of a witch in the woods? surly if it was dangerous for anyone, it was more dangerous for him who held no powers to get him out of such a situation if he was caught. knowledge of her rank or not, would he ever see her for what she was truly capable or would they continue this dance for the entirety of the war? still, it is difficult to remain completely cross with him when there is a genuineness to the fact he is misguidedly attempting to keep her safe when he turns softer and looks upon her and asks her to reason with his commander.

god, why was benjamin tall.madge such an infuriating man? why could she simply not be cross with him and that be that?

"i'll put aside that you still seem to think i am unable to protect myself from danger." her tone is somewhat softer but still offended in a way she can not hide, turning matter-of-fact as she speaks again. "you're wrong though. it's not a fool's errand. i have my own spies in set.auket whom i imagine the general wishes you to meet and i have an alias there as well. if someone sees me, though i would rather them not at this time, a reason can be made for such unlike you. i'm afraid i can not reason with him when his logic for us to go together is sound. and-- "

this next piece of information would either serve to make him more angered or he would see the benefit of such.

"i know you do not seem to like seeing magic--"

she knows he understands that magic is not the same across the board at least in some sense as they have not actually bridged the gap in speaking topic, his own way of treating her especially after dealing with the incident in the woods and his willingness to let auggie play with cora and furgus said as much but she also knows he is still getting used to the idea of magic in a positive context and that would take time. she just wished, well, she's not entirely sure what she wished or why it mattered to her what he thought.

"--but if i see where this abe lives and he can be convinced that such is not evil i have means to pass communications to him quickly and directly but i must be able to see the place for such to work."

[70yearsofwinter]

@asgardianhammer has some explaining to do.

' I fail to see what the issue is exactly,' and for a moment there was a hint of indignation in the warm bass, only a sliver of it before it is replaced by mild annoyance. ' You have issues with either the nudity, or that said nudity is placed upon your couch?'

ㅤThe fact that Thor could be indignant while lounging very comfortably and nude on Bucky's couch in Bucky's apartment was actually kind of hilarious. Bucky wasn't (yet) willing to admit that, but mostly because he figured being too entertained by it right off the bat would only encourage it. When dealing with menaces, even ancient ones, amusement was a sign that you'd lost before you even started.

ㅤ"I'm not sure I'm saying there's an issue with either of those things, but I'm definitely missing some pieces to this puzzle," was what he admitted instead, tongue flicking out over his bottom lip and sucking it in, considering exactly how he was dealing with...all of that. The view was certainly something. "What actually happened to your clothes? And what brings you here? Wasn't really expecting you to drop by."

[hraunwyf]

@esinisex

"i'll pay you 300 bucks to eat my liver hannibal-style."

[hverfamodir]

@theresastargirl said: "I've been wrapped in my sorrow for so long, I'm afraid I'll feel too cold without it." more prompts for your feels. | accepting.

Oh, that sounds familiar. Too familiar.

"Take it from somebody who has gone too far down that path to turn back: go and find joy while you have the chance. There are better things with which to keep warm than a shroud of grief, Ophelia."

[tempusetveritas]

@theresastargirl sent: “Look, I think it’s only fair that I get a pruning stick when I go out there. Self defense and all that. Don’t really want to go through all my lives because I didn’t have one.”

"Is this because Mobius gave your— gave Loki a set of knives? Because for the record, I was't on board with that decision, either."

[isolatednights]

closed starter for @bitelove for FOX - based on the fallout/specific plots post.

"you'll have to forgive the stares," she murmurs, eyes shifting between the two scowling blonds in the corner to the man who now holds the title of husband. her siblings had been entirely unamused by ophelia's entering into the lottery - convinced she would be far better off remaining within their own vault where they could keep an eye on her ( could manipulate those around her and press upon those poorly kept secrets to ensure she was safe and well taken care of ). it had been the largest rebellion she'd ever allowed herself - and whether or not she wished to admit it aloud, it hadn't come as a surprise that she'd been chosen over the others. not when her siblings were already both married and would skew the gene-pool that much further. "they're happy for us, truly. i just think they're having a hard time accepting that we will only see one another for such a short while once a year when the exchanges happen."

"your vault - is it much like this one? from what little you've seen thus far?" she hoped at least bits and pieces were. the familiarity of a layout would be nice when everything else was foreign.

[combatmelodies]

a few thoughts about callaia's clair obscur verse (spoilers below!)

specifically her outside-the-canvas / 'th century paris ver.: ive been hella inspired by my friends' takes lately, so i wanted to throw my gorl into the mix!

in this alt timeline, callaia is an up-and-coming violinist. instead of having a father hard on her to join the expedition, she has a father who is just as strict with her talent--instead of battlefields, its the concert hall. she grew up with music drilled into her spine, and while she genuinely loves to play, she's become a perfectionist because of it. The bubbly charm she wears in other verses? it's still here, but it peeks out in bursts: when she's picked for first chair, when someone compliments her playing--she's not shy. She is more direct. Serious. But there's a bit of mischief under it all. (she's game to sneak out to parties, have fun with friends that sort of thing).

also been toying with friends about the idea of there being like a group in the same vein as The Painters and The Writers--name pending. but its with music (shocker). Artists who aren't just good at their craft, but touched by something. Callaia could be one of them. her music doesn't just like stir emotions, she has the ability to bend it. example: if someone longs for a lost loved one, her song can make them feel their presence? if someone's numb with grief, she can pull that sorrow to the surface. When the craft is most refined, they can alter reality too.

anyways a lot to explore!!! and im excited.

[wantdead]

he opened the door quietly, making sure he wasn't followed. " i uh ... — brought you something to eat. " he set down the plate of leftovers he snatched from the family dinner buffet earlier. " i-it's organic. " not that that matters... / starter for @antiqsvchotic

[ch4ined]

thinking more about jin's comic-based verse and specifically as it pertains to a gotham/bat-universe kinda vibe bc im very limited in what comics i read and what comic related stuff i usually engage with but give me gotham and batman and the rogues any day

so, some basic default v. 003 stuff

as mentioned in my verse post (tagged in pinned), jin acquires his telekinesis and forcefield powers through experimental medical testing done to him as an infant. since this plot point originates his verse based in the boys, i don't have an exact 1:1 for the details and can flexible as to who is responsible for this experimentation and the surrounding details. his mother was not fully aware of what, exactly, she was signing up for, instead under the impression that he was undergoing some kind of treatment or testing for neurological diseases. considering her husband (jin's father) had recently died due to a brain tumor and cancer caught "too late" so to speak, and with a language barrier, she was persuaded to let doctors perform what she thought was new, albeit a bit unproven, but still sound and ethical medical care.

although his mother was paid for this, it was not a significant enough amount of money to be totally life changing. they had debts, she was a single parent, and eventually that money was used up and things went back to normal, though with slowly emerging telekinetic powers to complicate matters. deception aside, this is a big reason he feels so slighted. that his life and the consequences of these actions were worth so little, that despite trusting her kid and being used and lied to, she wasn't even set up to not have to struggle. he was used like a lab rat, like an animal, and wasnt even given the dignity of a stable middle class life in exchange for his service to science without his knowledge or consent.

the trial didn't carry on long enough in jin's case, possibly because his mother backed out or rescinded, maybe because the company went under, but for whatever reason they didn't see things through. by the time the telekinetic abilities he gained became obvious and he had to learn to control them he was on his own doing so.

despite his anger about his situation, he doesnt necessarily regret his abilities. they do give him an edge, though its a card he holds close to his chest. he uses these powers to enrich himself and his immediate circle (usually just his mother), because if he doesnt who will?

his investigation into the company/companies responsible likely leads to him to gotham, but the details of why i am again flexible on. plus this is a crime ridden place full of all kinds of weirdos where he feels like he can cloak his shenanigans (mostly theft and petty acts revenge against his personal enemies or the upper classes he feels scornful towards but also envious of). there is so much shit going on in that city it would be an attractive spot to slide under the radar of bigger, badder criminals for a while, a place where law enforcement is clearly busy and stretched thin. and while there may be various vigilantes, theres a limited number compared to what seems like a never ending stream of Big Bads and their henchpeople.

part of the reason he has his suit fitted with bright detailing is to draw attention towards the gear and away from him. he is the source of his abilities but it works in his favour to let people think hes another vigilante with some weird tech. plus he likes the look, and compared to some of the other publicly known freaks and villains in this universe its pretty tame.

the suit actually limits him more than it helps him, but the benefit of concealing his identity and throwing suspicion is more valuable than the limits it places on him. his senses are important for his ability to mentally map his surroundings, and his helmet and visor do limit his peripheral visibility somewhat and can impact his hearing by muffling less obvious sounds. he also has less tactile sensation due to his gloves, and has to effectively work through the layers of material around his head, since his brain is the nexus of his telekinesis.

his equipment is DIY'd or configured through his social network and isn't very high tech to compensate for these weaknesses, at least not early on before he accumulates more money and connections, criminal or otherwise.

as a gotham transplant and also just. a normal person he probably would have 0 suspicion initially about the bat's actual identity. the thought of the public persona of bruce being batman makes no sense to him at all. tbh he probably thinks batman is some kind of government agent or psyop or something.

if he did ever learn that bat's identity? honestly he's kinda pissed off. some billionaire is going around making himself a one man police force with a potentially tenuous relationship to any body of oversight (again this varies in comics and verses but the point stands)...? that doesnt sit right with him, and at least if the bat is a govt agent that kind makes sense, but this is prob harder for him to understand... he does what he does because he didn't win the birth lottery and have rich parents, otherwise he would be chillin at home moving things around his penthouse with his mind.

potential for jin to have a day job at wayne enterprises makes this so much funnier. stealing from his boss, bruce wayne, who is also batman. your ultimate boss at work makes money off of exploitation at some level (bc how the fuck else do people become billionaires, even if its inherited, like. economics.) and is using it to do this? he'd had some.... thoughts and feelings about it for sure

[victoriousfidelity]

Children with immense power are hardly unusual, as far as Sigyn is concerned - even here on Midgard, they are less uncommon than people might like to think. Finding one on the ceiling, however? That is enough to give her pause.

"Are you alright up there, little one?"

small starter for @itsybitsypeterparker

[cosmicallybound]

@attroxx invoked the goddess, "I'd rather jump off a cliff." / from romeo lol

     the   elder   witch   shot   the   other   an   unamused   look,   a   dark   brow   lifted   before   she   quietly   snorted   in   response.   a   delicate   hand   snapped   out   to   flick   romeo   on   his   nose   before   she   gracefully   sidestepped   past   him,   moving   toward   their   back   office.   lyrical   laughter   warmed   the   cool   clinical   air   as   various   ingredients   floated   to   her   workstation   with   a   twitch   of   her   fingers.

     ❝   but   then   what   would   you   do   about   your   research,   darling   ??   you   do   realize   that   a   corpse   is   not   animated   unless   given   the   ability   to   do   so   by   an   external   source,   yes   ??   ❞   hyeon   got   to   work   without   another   word,   softly   humming   to   herself   as   she   diligently   ignored   the   brooding   pressence   in   her   lab   until   he   decided   to   speak.

a series of unfortunate events || accepting