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[x51163]

more one chicago muses and verses . thanks

[wid0wd]

i'm a simple person i see an spn blog and remember my old ass jo harvelle blog of which i don't even remember the password anymore

[hallcyscomct]

danica: Please tell me those are not MY Valentinos the paparazzi caught you trying to squeeze your monstrous feet into.

[watsonjackpot]

+ @mutantmuses I Continued from here ( X )

+ It had been a TORTUREOUS few weeks . While even just being a RESERVE member of the new band of AVENGERS , which was an HONOR in its own right, she had been called away to help with things alongside Peter . And even with the unmistakable HELP they'd been able to bring , it had been time away from HOME . For someone who had wrestled with bouts of HOME-SICKNESS during her modelling and acting gigs, it had almost seemed TEN-FOLD this time .

" I missed you so much . " she breathed, each word seemingly hot with her breath . The thought of having to spend another hour or so at this PARTY when she just wanted to curl up with her lover seemed like TORTURE . Hence why she'd stolen this tiny moment away from all prying eyes. " It feels like ages since we've just been alone . "

[feyrevelry]

CONT. | @unascended

👑 ‘ The sheltered noble was too gentle-hearted, easily shaken, and painfully insistent on avoiding bloodshed whenever possible. When the brutal truth of the world beyond his gilded upbringing finally struck him, it did so with all the force of a collapsing building. Their first battle together, right outside the Emerald Grove, had ended with Sylverian throwing up and nearly fainting. Not exactly a heroic debut.

But time had passed. Battles had been fought. Their bond had deepened, and with it, Sylverian’s courage and resilience.

And yet, just when he began to believe he was as brave as the rest of them, the gods seemed to find amusement in proving him wrong by presenting him with another HORROR.

Like now.

❝Y-you… gods above——— Astarion, what have you done??❞ The words wrenched out of him, his breath came fast and shallow, trembling fingers pressed against his lips as if he could force down the nausea, the rising panic, the pure and utter dread coursing through him. It wasn’t just the brutality of it all. Sadly, they had encountered numerous mangled corpses before. What truly turned his stomach was Astarion’s joy. Knowing HE had done this. Seeing him so utterly at ease with the slaughter.

I'm not sorry at all.

Sylverian stepped back, shaking his head in a desperate refusal of the scene before him. He was afraid, unable to tear his gaze away from the bloodied corpse ; he didn’t dare look Astarion in the eye.

❝I-I told myself that I understood, t-that I could trust you... I chose to trust you! But this—— this is carnage! And you— .... you...❞ His voice broke, tears welled up. He wanted to RUN, but he felt like his legs might give out.

He wondered if Astarion could smell his fear. He wondered if he would be next...

[batstalked]

@therebetterbepie

being in a bar on Valentine's day was a little too cliche for Tim, yet there he was with the rest of the lonely bastards. and California seemed to be full of them. seating himself at the bar was the worst idea, it seemed to make him a target for the already incredibly intoxicated crowd. to the point that Tim had started to pretend that he was deaf and thankful he was proficient in ASL at this point in his life. it got more than enough people to leave him alone so that he could drink in peace.

that is until someone else slides up to the empty space beside him. risking a glance to the side, Tim regrets it instantly when he finds the prettiest green eyes staring back at him. god fucking damnit. suddenly the ASL trick didn't seem like something that he wanted to do if this guy started talking to him. but maybe that was the liquor talking now.

[thcrealheroes]

//. i was going through my blog to erase things just to clean it out & found all the times I've talked about au and ideas : -----

the many times I've talked about supes becoming illegal ; here / or also the time I did talk about them either being normal or powers taken away ; here The time I talked about homie getting Vought to make clones/ new heroes for the seven ; here & the clone kinda oc I did make ; here the time I talked about dbh / Irobot ideas ; here ( also back when I didn't have butcher as a muse but now do ayyye )

accidental marriage cause i am that person ; here

dark!starlight au that i have hanging out ; here

my idea for kessler ; here

the idea of vought based on outlast stuff ; here

the one time i watched this movie called bounty hunter ; here

[a-hell-of-a-time]

//I lost the original post, so I am going to make a new one!

I currently have an open plot (as in I am rp'ing a thing and leaving it open for people to join in!) going with Vassago where he is investigating after the trial in Mastermind because he believes the trial was bullshit and proper justice wasn't carried out.

He has permission from Lucifer (@more-things-in-heaven-hell to investigate, and told the king of hell his suspicions about the motivations surrounding Stolas's banishment. Vassago believes Andrealphus had ulterior motives for getting Stolas banished, and he fears that none of them are good/were for the good of the flock. He also hopes to get Stolas's sentence lessened once the truth wins out, though this is a battle he will probably lose.

To do this he is going to be trying to interview Stolas, Blitz (and possibly the rest of IMP as well), and anyone else who is connected to the case. He will also be trying to suss out Andrealphus's intentions, so antagonistic Andrealphus's are more than welcome to participate in this too!

The verse tag I will be using for this is Verse: A Scandal in Pride.

Anyone is welcome to hop in, even if it's just characters making commentary, or characters wanting to help/hinder Vassago's efforts. I am also open for duplicates to participate.

Note: This is not a group event, nor will there be any group threads (aka more than two muns replying to the same thread). This is just a fun little thing that I wanted to open up for more to participate!))

[rosetintedduelist]

@redeyesblackjou

“My hair is pink. My suit is aubergine, und my jabot is crimson. Perhaps you should get your eyesight checked?”

[wildskissed]

@lcftyambiticns continued from here

Having the apparently famed Lorroakan join their ranks had been a surprise to the sorceress, as she'd been doing her best since the beginning to keep the peace. Not everyone in their merry band of misfits enjoyed spending time together, and sometimes forest politics helped her to calm them all. Especially in situations like this, where they had pissed off a literal Lich goddess, but this wouldn't be the last time, she was certain.

She was starting to make it a habit to piss off powerful beings.

Still, she took a seat next to Lorroakan by the fire, listening to the words that came out of his mouth. He was as much of a broken record as Lae'zel had been about the Créche, which had of course served to be less than satisfying. They'd almost lost her in that damned machine, and she still remembered the Githyanki she had slain to get them all out of the godforsaken place.

With a sigh, Eve glances at the fire. ❝I've begun to wonder if we're searching for the wrong things at this point,❞ she admits as she watches the flickering of the flames and then turns to look at Lorroakan. ❝What makes you think that finding the Nightsong will do us anymore good than finding the Créche? I'm not saying we won't look for it, I just want to understand why you think the outcome will be any better?❞

At this point, Eve was actually starting to consider dragging them all to the High Forest and seeing if they couldn't perhaps weaponize some Netherese in the Dire Wood, or something far more dire. At this point, things were starting to get more serious than just tadpoles worming farther into their skulls. Perhaps another trip to the Underdark was necessary...

❝By all means, Lorroakan, give me answers.❞

[musaeon]

@hcmoanima (continued from here)

     She didn't want to run, but they had no choice. There were too many invaders that if they didn't, there was no guarantee they could all get back before they couldn't save anyone. And that wasn't a risk any of them were willing to take. They couldn't afford to lose anyone here, and yet...

     Yet Takumi said he would. He'd hold off the enemy and cover their escape, despite the protests from the others. He was their leader, of course they didn't want to, but he had been insistent. Nozomi didn't know why exactly, but they couldn't argue against him. If they could just get away, then hopefully they could come back and help.

     They couldn't just let him die on their watch.

     As soon as they got close enough that the school was in sight, Nozomi looked around and then back at the others. "I'm going back for him. Just wait for us and make sure things are ready in the worst case scenario." She didn't want that to happen, but at least there was something that could be done if the worst came to pass. She can see the worried looks that pass from everyone else (she can't come back like them, she knows this, but she can't just leave him there) but they look back at her and nod and just like that she's off.

     Please let me make it in time!

     She can feel her heartbeat pounding in her chest, blood rushing in her ears as she runs back to where they were before. She can't be late, she just can't! It's almost a relief when she sees the familiar scenery from what seems like hours ago, but that's all drowned out by the sight before her: Takumi, lying on the ground, bleeding out and what seems like steps away from death. It's almost enough for her own blood to run cold.

     There's really no time to waste.

     Her steps are quick and light as she approaches, kneeling down beside him, a hand hovering over him. "Sumino-kun...! Hold on, please. We've got to get you out of here..." Before it's too late, she doesn't dare voice. She can see him attempt to talk, but nothing comes out but a groan, and she tries and fails to hide the way her breath hitches when she sees blood leak from his lips. They're running out of time. There's no more time to waste.

     Her hand moves to help him up, the other joining it, but all that comes out is another yelp of pain. She doesn't want to cause him any more pain, but if they don't get moving then.. She can feel his body trembling against her, as he attempts to speak again. "Sumino-kun, please don't try to talk..." But his words cause her to pause, eyes widening slight as she looks down at the boy bleeding out dying in her arms, a bloody hand gripping her arm weakly.

     He wanted to protect her? They haven't known each other for that long, and she knew from what she's seen during their battles that he tried his best to protect them all, but her specifically? Why? She... she hasn't done anything to earn that from him so why...?

     She can worry about that later. If she doesn't get them moving soon, then she won't get an answer to the questions now swirling in her mind. She's not going to let him die, she won't. It takes an effort to get him into her arms, trying not to jostle him anymore than necessary, trying not to make his wounds any worse (she doesn't know if her skill will work, there's so much blood), but just like that, she's running back the school, hoping against all hope that she'll make it back in time, that he won't die.

     Please... please let me make it on time...

[avrorean]

behold!!!! dread pup's name is officially Nasrin (for "wild rose")

[mxthbladed]

Hums approvingly. "Mm. Women."

[watsonjackpot]

+ @bstandsforbabydaddy asked: "looks like it's just us here... privacy at last."

+ " So it APPEARS . . . " The vixen-like tone that DRIPPED from her words made it obvious just how much she KNEW how much they were ALONE . Privacy had become all too RARE a commodity, given the way a certain baby seemed to rule their lives from sun up to sun down, and every-time in-between . But when it was within her grasp ? Mary Jane didn't have any INTENTIONS to waste it .

Fingertips danced along his arm , MJ clicked her tongue before a warm smile completely ENGULFED her lips . " Lucky us. "

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @ve1ljumpers said, ❝ you strike me as sneaky. ❞ ( regency!pike )

❛ sneaky implies doing something underhand while striving to avoid detection. ❜ though at face value, the words are mere observation, her tone implies that it is rather a protest: she does nothing of the sort. listening, after all — at least when not done surreptitiously by listening around corners or through closed doors — is scarcely either underhand or furtive. nor is being circumspect in her own words. and as for all her science, work which might well belong in the shadows to avoid the scorn of society, she has never taken pains to conceal it. if few know the extent of it, that's merely because they neither ask nor permit her to speak of it.

there's nothing sneaky to it at all.

despite the protest, however, it strikes her that in a way, his description, while apparently unsuited, is simultaneously more perceptive than any of the many accusatory adjectives, at face value more accurate, assigned to her by so many over the years.

[thanatologie]

me still chewing on this (i say, apropos of nothing), but it's hard to find the exact words i want to use when i say that emmrich has the vibe of a badly socially adjusted homeschooler? that he's sheltered? i think it's because there's an inherent awkwardness in how he approaches other people - specifically most of the conversations he has with everyone in the lighthouse - verses how he talks to, like, myrna and vorgoth.

i absolutely don't think it's a lack of confidence, at all, when talking to, say, neve or davrin or even rook, but with some of the things he asks, it's clear he can't parse the reasonings for some things? like...they're outside of his realm of experience, or are clearly a bad idea to someone else, or require a certain social understanding he lacks, so he comes across as naive when he's not. he's just...sheltered.

compared to how his conversations with myrna and vorgoth vibe, where he's clearly speaking from a place of experience and knowledge. it sounds less like he's got this really neat factoid he wants to share - because he doesn't have to frame it in that way, there's an understanding between them - and there is some...i guess speaking with authority that he might lack in other things.