#| Verse; tbt

[lifesver]

NO ONE SAVED YOU.

(aka the worst most fucked up au for leland and maria we've written)

[zestials]

zestial is the type of person to read all the terms & conditions before clicking the accept box.

[anomalystudy]

"Unfortunate that those books didn't help with his studies in the slightest. But... perhaps I've devised ways for him to turn knowledgable... which may be covered in his next class."

[nebula-drcams]

@dark-overcoat asked: 🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away (For the starter meme thingy)

Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters || Always Accepting

Usually in this city it's quieted down by now, but for some reason it's busy as can be, something Nimue's not too thrilled about. Trying to get home so she can at least feed her cats, she wishes she didn't leave the house today. Then again, she wanted to spoil her pets just a little bit so she went and got canned food. That aside, she's trying to get through the crowd, grumbling to herself, but that all comes to a halt as she hears sirens that are approaching where the crowd was. What exactly happened?

"You've got to be kidding me... I just want to get home. What the hell's happened this time?" 

She's not even surprised, just tired, and go figure it's on the way to her home so everything's blocked off. It looks like she's stuck here until the crowd disperses from whatever it is they're trying to look at.

[apoapsis]

Me and graviticmelody spent literally all day yesterday discussing a fal.lout:nv verse for her vau.ltdweller siebren so OF COURSE i wanted to make a verse for sigma so that i can match..... so here's Big MT/lobotomite sigma 😋

[gotaletter-archive]

Closed starter for Laurie! (@creatureshrieks)

Dying here was never easy.

When James had arrived in the Entity's realm, he hadn't been sure what to expect. To be honest, when he took his first breath after spending so long underwater, his first thought wasn't "Great! I get to do this again, and again! Forever!" But that was his life now. Was this some form of punishment? Maybe the writing on the wall at Neely's was right. Maybe he actually went to a different place than Mary.

But there were others here. Others like him. Well, maybe not exactly like him. Survivors. Killers. The Entity. It was all very strange. He barely had enough time to parse through all the information before he was running for his life, forced to fix machines in order to open exit gates just to rinse and repeat. Everything was a blur. That is, until he met Laurie Strode.

She was a young woman, barely out of her teens. If you had squinted hard enough, one could have almost mistaken them to be related. Maybe it was that idea that had made him put his life on the line for her. Maybe it was the idea that she didn't deserve any of this, and that a tainted man like him should take the final blow for innocence. Perhaps it was him trying to repent for what it was he had done to Mary: the woman he had wanted a child with. James wasn't really too sure himself.

Whatever it was, he hadn't expected anything in return. So when the young woman approached him later on by the shared campfire, needless to say he was speechless. In fact, he quickly averted his gaze, staring down at his boots as he fidgeted with his hands.

"... Hello." He offered.

[fintastica]

  growing up in a dark sea grotto, the sheltered lagoona is extra excited to finally be out on land. — she’s basically the little mermaid if the little mermaid ate people.

18+ only. personals dni. read carrd before following !

[rabbitesque]

human trash college student pizza hut worker jax for u all 🫶

[aveimperatcr]

@tertiusdecimusfilius continued from here.

It must have felt like a sick game, all of it-- to witness the Emperor's ghastly appearance and how he'd grown paler and somewhat weaker in comparison like he was on the damned Throne all over again. He stared into the nothingness in a daze, though luckily it at least did seem like he was in reality compared to previous times when he would slip into episodes of panic-- his tired eyes looked at Guilliman, yet what met Guilliman's fear and horror was one of hope and warmth, a complete contrast.

Nothing else mattered to the Emperor more than to see his son finally able to live.

Apothecaries had been practically rushed along to witness the Primarch kneeling before the weakened Emperor-- yet Ayhan would be pulled from his chair and away from Guilliman, practically carried to the medbay like he had been wounded by Horus himself all over again. The Emperor only glanced around and attempted to ground himself, barely able to muster the strength to form his words.

Of course, Guilliman's state hadn't gone unnoticed-- the servants that stayed to also ensure Guilliman's well-being were quick to notice the Armor of Fate having been removed from his very being, leaving him in the bodysuit beneath. They scattered like ants, rushing to get the Primarch into his old togas and robes and sandals before guiding him to go see his father.

By the time they got there, the Emperor seemed to have focused enough. While still pale, he focused on many things around his room of the medbay while the apothecaries did their best to tend to him. One of them looked to have carefully been wrapping bandages around the mighty Emperor's neck after applying what looked to be some sort of antidote to it.

It took him a moment to respond.

" ... Roboute. "

" Are you well...? "

[lovecharged]

closed starter for @tkachukmatthew

"i'm starting to think you don't have the slightest clue about how gorgeous you actually are," the words escape in a hurried rush, as if desperate to be exposed. eyes widen after the fact, and he figures he could blame the one gin and coke he'd managed to finish off whilst at the party, but it wouldn't be honest. "uh sorry - that was a weird thing to say, wasn't it?"

[trollamulet]

“Excuse me?” Jim frowns slightly, raising his eyebrows. “Er…yes. Yes, I am. Who’s asking?” Something about the voice throws him off because it’s not a voice he recognizes. “Are you a friend or enemy?” Jim wanted to get closer, to see if he could just get an image on what the voice looks like but he wasn’t sure if this troll would appreciate a human Trollhunter in their personal space.

he's entirely glad that he uses another name as well, especially for those who don't know that the trollhunter is human, or now partially, anyway.

" i'm a newer face around here. " he's not joking, he really is new, in this thrown back in time kinda stuff, and he's pretty sure there wasn't a wizard ripping into the fabric between eras. how he ended up here, well, he hoped he'd be able to get home. "i'm jiki galadrigal." he introduces himself. it's strange for a troll to have a last name, but after all, he could, and it felt right to honour blinky since he'd referred to jim as his son when he was in his own darkest time.

at least now he can make the best of it, and hoped that the embroidered daylight and eclipse on the edges of his hoodie pockets would go unnoticed, at least for a bit.

[fin4n]

" what would you ask for, if you knew that the answer would be yes? " ( from uhtred 😌 ) / @uhtr1d

Oh,  god,  but  that’s  a  dangerous  question,  and  it’s  dancing  around  a  truth  that  he’s  kept  tight  to  his  chest  for  years.  And  he  trusts  Uhtred,  utterly,  because  of  course  he  does,  but  how  does  he  even  begin  ——

You,  you,  you,  is  the  answer,  the  real  answer,  the  one  that  grips  his  throat  and  nestles  hot  and  painful  in  his  chest.  But:  he  grins,  barely.  "  Th’  same  thing  that  every  man  wants,  lord.  Good  ale,  a  place  t’hang  my  sword,  an’,  "  a  little  jaunty  raise  of  the  brows,  a  smile  haunting,  a  tap  of  the  table,  "  someone  in  my  bed.  "  

It’s  a  dull  answer  and  he  knows  it  — but  it’s  safer  than  the  truth  and  yet  isn’t  false,  either.  He  wonders,  vaguely,  if  he’s  looking  for  something;  instead  of  saying  it  aloud,  he  picks  up  the  flagon  of  ale  at  their  table  and  tops  off  both  their  cups,  even  though  they’re  still  half-full.  It’s  just  how  he  is.  "  But  I’ve  got  most  everything  I  need,  "  he  adds,  a  little  more  freely.  "  Why,  what  would  Uhtred  of  Bebbanburg  have  if  he  could  have  anythin’?  "

[bloodxhound]

his tongue moves me-ti-cu-lous-ly as he cleans the coffee spilled from an overfull cup off the other man's fingers.

     𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, while the sun has yet to swell on the horizon, and the city still slumbers, awash in the dozy purple-blue hues of night, Ray trudges into the kitchen, barefoot, inebriated with sleep. The coffee he prepares is as much a necessity as a ritual. It soon draws Diego from the comfort of their bed as well, awaiting him in a big, generously-poured cup, ready to be passed into his hands as a drowsy good-mornin’ is kissed to his cheek. Maybe the cup was filled a little too generously this time around.  ❛ Shit, ❜  Ray grumbles under his breath, fingers drenched and stinging with spilt hot coffee. He returns the mug to the kitchen counter, about to shake his hand free from the pain, when it’s caught in his partner’s grip.  ❛ Oh, I got it, ❜  he reassures hoarsely.  ❛ ‘s just a lil’ spill. ❜  But his hand isn’t released, nor is it guided underneath the cold stream of the sink’s faucet. Instead, it’s steered upwards, where his fingers are met with warm lips.

     His breath hitches inside his throat. At the sight, at the sensation. Entranced, he watches and stares as his fingers are sucked into his partner’s mouth, warm and wet and wanton. It sends a bolt along his spine, one that registers hot in his groin. Of course, he’s imagining him sucking other parts of him.  ❛ Fuckin’ tease, ❜  he grunts as his hand is released, frustration growing alongside his arousal. This won’t do.  ❛ Here, have some more. ❜  He dips his fingers into the cup, feeling the sting of hot coffee once more, before feeding them to Diego’s mouth. The beverage has dripped onto the the counter, the floor, down his partner’s chin. A smile pulls onto his lips, enjoying the mess. He’ll be scolded for it later, made to clean up — he knows. Right now, he couldn’t care less. All that matters are the lips that pull tightly, beautifully around the intrusion, as he pushes his fingers in deeper, back and forth. When they recede, spit-slick, they instead curl around Diego’s chin, tilting it up for a kiss. His voice is thick with anticipation, with want, when he proffers,  ❛ How ‘bout I skip my mornin’ run... ❜

[dreadwxlf]

@faebhaal sent: i know who you are. / @faebhaal

~ A simple brow raise is all Ithaca receives in response. Solas's face remains decidedly neutral with no sign of perturbation; there is no alarm, because he believes there is no possible way that the fae could know what he truly was. ~

~ " Oh? Why the hostility? If you have something to say to me, I would rather you just say it -- I've no patience for games. " ~

[thegcng-arch]

"don't  take  it  personally."   i  say  as  i  glance  at  my  hand,   completely  ignoring  the  person  who  is  pathetically  trying  to  ask  me  why  i've  been  so  cold  towards  them  this  evening.   fingers  are  curled  inwards  and  i  inspect  each  finger  closely  ...  i  should  get  another  manicure  soon.   my  cuticles  are  a  mess.   after  a  few  seconds  i  look  up  at  them,  mocking pout  being  sent  in  their  direction.  "i  just  don't  like  you."

open starter ft. dennis.

[zestials]

" a new one doth ascend. " idle murmured thoughts , the intricate web of eyes he'd weaved around the ring of pride ensured there wasn't a movement he wasn't aware of. not a notable sinner that drew breath. but his attention's quickly grabbed , shifting from the book in hand towards the reptilian overlord ( annoyingly capable of capturing his attention at all times. ) the curl of his lips give him away , sharp lethal edges dulled. no , he isn't looking for a fight.

cover's snapped closed betwixt clawed fingertips , a wisk of bright green magic dissolving the item. zestial shifts in his seat as if to create more room on the already oversized settee , gesturing in invitation. a lean of head , " hath the day been lengthy , @koccodrillo ? "