#( verse. i )╰ ♢ : main.

[gold-veins]

@atropazar // semi-planned

Alola was a welcome change from the chilly climate of northern Galar, where Adaman had spent the last few months freezing his ass off at with Melli. He'd hated every second of the snowy weather up in the mountains there, and Adaman was pretty sure he'd spent the majority of the time there with a fever.

At least in Alola, the sun was shining and the warm sun was enough to chase away the chill that had clung to his skin the entire flight to Akala Island. He was never going back to that part of Galar ever again. Melli would have to pay him to go back there.

Once he'd gotten settled at the Heahea City hotel, and had gotten changed into something more suitable for the current climate (which was probably still a bit too warm and layered for most of the tourists in the area), he set out.

Leafon - Chive - trotted at his side as he drummed his fingers against the camera hanging around his neck, gazing off at the beach in deep thought. Around him, people passed as if he didn't exist - and he was quite happy with that, too focused on trying to figure out if he wanted to deal with the sand on the beach or find somewhere a little less sandy to settle in for a bit.

Chive yipped, pawing at his leg and sniffed the air in the direction of the beach, clearly enticed by the smell of ocean salt.

Adaman chuckled, leaning down to pat him on the head before leaning over the guard rail that separated the bit of road he was currently standing on and the steep slope that led down to the beach. A quick glance around, and he gave Leafeon a "shush" gesture before hopping the guard rail. His Pokemon slipped underneath it, both taking it as quick as they dared to avoid falling over themselves.

"Hah... that was a little steeper than I thought it was actually." Adaman huffed as he stepped onto solid, even ground and bent over, hands on his knees. Chive hopped around him in the sand, tail wagging gleefully. "Go on, boy," Adaman unhooked the vest from Chive, tucking it into his messenger bag. "Just don't go out too far into the water!"

Chive took off like a shot, Adaman walking at a much more casual pace behind him with his hands back on the camera. He tossed his Vaporeon and Umbreon out as well, letting them take off after the other Eeveelution yipping happily. Out on the ocean, he could see a few people paddling out on the water, waiting for waves to ride while a few other people lounged on towels on the sand.

Adaman lifted the camera to his face, zooming in on the people on the water and then around them, hoping to catch sight of a water Pokemon or the beginnings of a wave. Hopefully no one minded if he accidentally caught them in a shot.

[fatedevour]

continued from here with @gunnhildred

It was impossible to determine the nature of Dottore's actions in the same way that it was impossible to determine the nature of an animal's or a force of nature. Was he doing something out of a rare spark of kindness? For an EXPERIMENT? Simply because he could? Does an animal kill for food or pleasure? Or simply because it can? Anyone could make an argument for any option regardless of if it was Dottore or the animal that was at the heart of the debate.

" I DIDN'T kill him. " Dottore remarks in a rather matter-of-fact tone while gazing down to the mangled form of Albert that laid on the ground between them. " He's still quite conscious. " Here he pauses. " Well. Perhaps he might need an INCENTIVE to return to his full senses. But his vitals are within ACCEPTABLE parameters by all medical standards. "

That was not to say he wasn't in POOR shape though. Indeed, this Albert looked like he'd been in the jaws of a Rishboland Tiger. He doesn't so much as glance downwards when Albert gives a pathetic noise. Should he have removed this man's vocal cords? It would have been EASY enough, though he knew quite well the man's throat would not be capable of recovery for a long while as it was even now..

The harbinger turns towards Jean, tilting his head as if PIZZLED at her expression of distaste. ( With the mask on, it is hard to decipher his exact expression, but it is a gesture he often makes when inquiring to another's perspective - she should know it well. ) " You are not satisfied with this outcome. " A clinical observation as he turns his head towards the man he's dropped at her feet. " Though I FAIL to see why this is displeasing when he is a source of rage. " Those in Snezhnaya or even the deserts of Sumeru would welcome such an offering.

" Does knowing he is not dead and not quite yet in danger of dying change your feelings? " Dottore inquires, as it were a questionnaire to gather information from a subject. Perhaps she was upset at not having the opportunity to inflict the lethal wounds herself. He finds this DOUBTFUL though. " Would you prefer I do something else? I suppose I could make him more USEFUL if that is more to your tastes. " A poor specimen for any experiment, but he could be used somehow.

[scorchamp]

@soulbiinding​.  /  serious starter.

it’s nearly three in the morning  ,  &  victor hasn’t been able to get a  wink  of sleep.  his rotom phone  ever  so helpfully reminds him of the championship bracket starting tomorrow  ,  &  victor’s never wanted to  crack  his phone more than this moment.  how could he  possibly  get any sleep after everything that’s happened ??

how were they expected to walk away from the edge of apocalypse like it was just another  bloody  day in hammerlocke ??

so he  fidgets  ,  tossing  &  turning until he can’t take it anymore.  the idea of it won’t leave him alone.  what if zacian  &  zamazenta hadn’t shown up when they had  ,  what if they hadn’t been strong enough to defeat eternatus  ,  what if what if what if--

it seems he hadn’t quite outgrown his  crybaby  phase after all.  he hears a knock on his door  &  quickly wipes his face with his  hands  ,  hearing the door open.  he hides his face in his hat for a moment until he hears gloria step in the room  &  he lets out a shaky  sigh  ,  lowering his hat to speak. 

‘ can’t sleep either ?? ’

[diffractal]

tag dump.

[trickstercaptain]

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[phantasmaw]

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♢* — 𝐦𝐮𝐧 - Hello! I'm Lain; agender (they/he/she), perpetually tired but excited at the same time. Currently working full time & undertaking a few different side-gigs, so activity will be sporadic. Nonetheless I'm always looking forward to fun to be had with my rp partners! Discord available on request. (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

[grimmusings]

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[0first0holder0-moved]

♢~☆~♢ @hissuccessor​ |  Starter Call --- 4 of 7

    “Eat up!” Yoichi exclaims, setting a plate of food down in front of his nephew. It’s not all café food, this he made upstairs in the apartment for Izuku. Bakery sweets and other pastries are all well and fine, but a teenager his age needs more nutrition than empty calories.

    “It’s katsudon, your favorite. I hope I got the recipe right and if you see more veggies than normal, no you don’t~”

[shesquiinnsane-a2]

—☆   When it comes to a first interaction I typically always ask people what they want, how familiar they are with Harley Quinn. This is because there is so much content and so many different angles to her character. I love to explore all of them but I gurantee you won’t know them all yourself unless you’re this obsessive. 

For example; I have 98 verses across 51 worlds (with more set to come) and this can be roughly broken down to:

♢ ~38 different backstories ♢ ~50 different looks ♢ 4 main comic canon times that have been broken ♢ several aus - canon and own created ♢ 5 different pets ♢ 3 different ideas on her parental figures ♢ either 4 brothers (1 younger and a set of very young twins) or 1 older sister or just the 1 brother or have her an only child ♢ 3 different moral alignments ♢ an assortment of weapons ♢ different dynamics with key characters such as Joker and Batman

So I’m not saying it to be harsh. I’m doing this to help you and what you want from Harley because there’s a lot to give you I just wanna know what you want from me because without that direction Harley does not know what she’s doing because there’s too much noise. Not of lot of these ideas fully mesh together which is why I seprate them with the worlds and the verses.

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @sungracd ​asked:  " i'm not frightened. "

RELENTLESS MELT STARTERS

" No? How FASCINATING. It would seem that would make you part of the minority here. " Dottore remarks, his deep voice carrying through the near empty walls of the church as he stands in the doorway of a holy space that his mere presence DESECRATES. " Mondstadt and its people have no love for the Fatui after all. "

Although Dottore's reputation was a rather COMPLICATED one. After all, he was the one who slayed Ursa and granted peace to the lands of Mondstadt. For that, he is both hero and monster. Hundreds of men had tried to slay Ursa with no success. What kind of monster was Dottore that he could single-handedly slay the beast? There was admiration as much as there was FEAR in the same way that people could admire and fear the apex predators of the world. Dottore was like the monster that feasted upon those predators who had no inkling to what being PREY was like.

There was also that matter of him being a Fatui Harbinger; the second one if he is precise. ( Or rather, many hims as the second, but PRIME carried the main title. ) That alone brought a lot of conflict. Rage, fear, distrust.

So how do people make peace with the conflict of hero and enemy? The same way an animal does — that is to say, whatever promotes survival. In this case, as in many cases, it is fear that reigns supreme. After all, humans, despite their proclamations otherwise, were just animals themselves at their cores. Nature dictates that creatures do what will facilitate survival.

" That is not necessarily a BAD thing. Merely unusual. " It's also worth noting that she might be a thorn in his side. " I assure you, my intentions were nothing so childlike as to invoke fear. It's been quite a LONG time since I've been in Mondstadt. I was curious to see its changes in the years while I'm here for diplomatic reasons. " It was a true statement, though the REASON for such curiosity was anything but innocent or benevolent.

[fatedevour]

  “  I won’t just CONFORM ; my roots run deep.  “   EVIDENTLY the second was NOT THRILLED over the matter being discussed at hand.

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lyric starter call for @bogachs​​ song: Rise by State of Mine

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @nazorneku​ asked:  📓  @  al-haitham

encounter my muse in a scenrio 📓 → reading out a sample of a book they’re reading

  “ Exposure to whole-body vibration, better known as WBV, by heavy machinery causes a distribution of motions and forces within the human body. To complicate matters, the transmission of vibration to the body is also dependent on body posture. To date there has been little attempt to accurately reflect many of the typical postures and vibration environments experienced by the human body or the trauma that such vibrations may pose to the human body. The machines with the greatest vibration emission were generally those that spent most of their time tracking. The worst machine for vibration exposure was a challenger 85D tracked tractor towing a 'hex' attachment. Operators of this machine would exceed the Teyvat Physical Agents Exposure Limit Value in about 2.5 hours. “

   A resounding THUD filled the air as Dottore snapped the book shut abruptly, casting it aside with disinterest. The AKADEMIYA might not know, but Dottore did. Though he was under no pretense of wanting to share that information.  “  It seems the Akademiya has taken a more ACCEPTING stance towards inquiries with machinery these days. Although i somehow imagine there’s still great restrictions to it. Always such a hassle.  “

   Dottore’s speaks calmly, although there’s a note of DISDAIN beneath the calm as he glances around. Oh he LOATHED these halls, albeit they were not the same ones he has once walked. But was that any surprise? It’d been over four hundred years by now since he’d roamed this area under a DIFFERENT name, things were expected to change. It’d be pathetic if they hadn’t, even if he’d already LONG left the school in his dust when it came to his knowledge. Although he supposed SOME things never changed. Like the fact this place was filled to the brim with hypocrites and cowards, unwilling to truly do what was necessary for the sake of learning.

   “  But I don’t imagine you care much for a reading lesson, now do you?  “  His masked visage finally properly turned to look towards the Scribe, head tilted to one side ever so slightly. 

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @lumenstellaris​​​​​ asked:  "why are you here?"

UNPROMPTED: ALWAYS ACCEPTING  

 “  Ever the inquisitive mind I see.  “  Dottore responds with an UNBOTHERED tone yet does not answer the question that has been directed towards him.  “  Unfortunately, simply ASKING only gets you so far in the ways of garnering answers and information. I’m under no obligation to answer you, nor do I have any intentions to do so.  “

He clasps his hands behind his back, observing the traveler in turn. The last time they’d properly met had been but in brief moments. Though they had never been the FOCUS of his attention at any of those particular moments in time. He’d heard MANY interesting rumors of course, even reports in some cases. But alas. Even HE on occasion must follow orders rather than pursue a topic of personal interest. 

“  Besides, it seems more fitting to ask YOU such a question. Traveling to all the nations in the desperate attempt to find information, yet getting tangled into so many other affairs. You’re quite BAD at sticking to an original goal, aren’t you? Don’t be so surprised. It isn’t particularly hard knowledge to uncover. Especially in Mondstadt.  “

  He steps forward, beginning to calmly walk around her like a SHARK circling a school of FISH it planned to devour.  “  Yet, I imagine you haven’t made much progress? It’s no surprise really...  “

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @bogachs​​​​​​​​​​​​ asked:  "do you know how to tango,  docteur?  this is a popular dance within natlan,  i'm told." he says idly, a devious smirk decorating fair features,  "…perhaps i should ask capitano to help me improve my footwork.  for a warrior clad in armor more often than not,  he is surprisingly gifted."  he lets this thought hang in the air between them, before turning towards him, bowing slightly, inviting,  "unless you would grant me this dance?  an enticing challenge,  wouldn't you say?" (tango with pantalone dottore, i dare you.)

unprompted asks: ALWAYS ACCEPTING

   INITIAL interest boiled low, though the REGRATOR is still granted more of Dottore’s attention than he would have granted ANOTHER who spoke of something of feeble interest to him. TANGO? Did he know that? It took a moment to DRAG UP the memories from where they were tucked deeply in a distant, dusty corner of his mind. It was, after all, information that was HARDLY pertinent to Dottore’s work or travels. He’d OBSERVED it, not danced it. But that was fine, Dottore was EXCELLENT at replicating things from observation.

   And then Pantalone says CAPITANO’s name and his body suddenly STIFFENS. It is no subtle change either. From RELAXED to looking as taunt as a bowstring ready to SNAP at the slightest loosening of control. The name ALONE was enough to provoke a reaction. But the ADDITIONAL compliment towards Capitano? Normally Dottore would agree  —  Capitano was gifted. But in THIS context? Dottore is not used to this UGLY, SNARLING feeling in his chest that suddenly explodes in all its fury. It twists and CLAWS at him like something trying to burst out and DEVOUR and SLAUGHTER. He wanted blood. It’s a terrible feeling. CORROSIVE, hardly the feeling fit for a man who valued logic. But it’s there, REARING its ugly head, demanding and restless. He absolutely WILL NOT be allowing for that. He hates that infliction, hates how easily it can be said. It leaves a BITTER, DISGUSTING taste in his mouth.

   The THOUGHT of Capitano and Pantalone dancing such a dance. HE HATES IT. HATES, HATES, HATES. The ugly thought twists and screeches in his head like a siren. He’s used to BEING the monster, not having one rage against the flimsy boundaries of flesh in his chest that makes up his body. He felt like a creature with its hackles raised. NO. He won’t be allowing for that, HE DOESN’T CARE THE SCENE IT WOULD MAKE. If necessary, he would do so. 

   Had Dottore actually paid attention, he might have realized it was an INTENTIONAL PROVOCATION. But he wasn’t USED to them in this way. Wasn’t used to the dizzying intensity of JEALOUSY. So he didn’t.

   He might not have MOVED, but it would HARDLY conceal the sudden intensity of the air around the doctor. At least until Pantalone’s voice cuts through UGLY RAVINGS. His head lowers a fraction at the bow, slowly allowing the rage to ease away. EASILY PACIFIED at such a simple gesture. (Later, Dottore might be both flabbergasted and infuriated at HOW easily such had occurred.)

   “  I”m FAMILIAR with it.  “  Dottore answers, finally managing to find the words now that it doesn’t feel like POISION might spill form his lips.  “  I’ll grant you this dance, REGRATOR. I do hope you know what you’re getting YOURSELF into.  “  Dottore allows for a flash of mouth full of fangs as he draws closer to the ninth. He’s sure Pantalone DOES, although the DEPTH or INTENSITY of it might have been MISCALCUALTED if one was able to pry open his chest and peer at the rage that had been in his chest. But already it was calming down with just a few words, heeding and obeying.

  “  Shall we?  “  He murmurs, pulling them both onto the floor.

[fatedevour]

♢  —     @bogachs​​​​ said:  presses his palm on dottore's throat,  held in his grip firmly,  whilst whispering hotly a few inches from him,  "you're mine,  zandik.  you would do well to remember that."  (he's being greedy again)

UNPROMPTED ASKS: ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

   Pressure immediately draws twisted fascination from the doctor. It took quite some GALL to do such an act, and anyone else would have thought the ninth had absolutely lost his mind to attempt such an act. But Dottore neither fights nor retaliates. Instead delight bursts aflame in red eyes as he feels Pantalone’s grip on his throat, digging leather into flesh and fingers pressing to his trachea, threatening to diminish the airflow. 

   The words go straight to igniting the flames of desire, a subtle shift in his breath betraying him. So much power at Pantalone’s fingertips, utilized quite literally now. The words slither and coil like barbed wire digging into his brain. It’s always a dark delight to witness Pantalone like this, that black fire flaring up, the possessiveness that bleeds out like blood from a fresh wound. Whether something had CAUSED it or not, he wasn’t sure. (The underling perhaps? Or perhaps it was just possessiveness rearing its heard.) Nor did he care.

   Mine. Only Pantalone would be bold and PRESUMPTUOUS enough to dare to lay claim to someone like Dottore. Who else would attempt nor even WANT to? It was something he loved about Pantalone. Those sides hidden from the daylight but that he got a taste of. The violence, the possessiveness, the delight in danger. They might ACT very different, but they weren’t so different from one another in some ways.

   Finally, a chuckle rumbles from Dottore’s chest, even when he feels the fingers around his throat tighten like a vice. He can’t decide which is more appealing, to tear into or be torn into.  His tongue darts out to dampen his lips, thoughts swirling in his brain.

   He wants to hear it again. 

    “  Perhaps you should REPEAT yourself.  “  Dottore suggests, his voice low and gravely as he answers back, long lashes lowering a fraction in invitation.  “  Just to be certain I heard you right.  “

  Of course, he DOESN’T need it. But he does WANT to hear it again, to feel that crawl of dark pleasure up his spine hearing and seeing Pantalone speak in such a manner. He wouldn’t be TOO surprised if it was rejected, or DELAYED, till later when Pantalone can hiss it in his ear or attempt to force him to swallow his pride to say it, potentially both. Or if he was particularly in a mood, even indulge now AND both the latter ideas later. It doesn’t PARTICULARLY matter. The fact remains that it is an indulgence in Pantalone’s possessiveness and greed, a beast Dottore very intentionally had been feeding all along and increasing its appetite. He stares at him, gaze unwavering to witness Pantalone’s response like watching a particularly show.

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♢  —     @bogachs​​​​ said:  "you're quite the ugly little thing, aren't you?~" he intones sweetly, whilst petting the monster happily laying on his lap. it lets out a few contented chirps as bejewelled hands comb through soft candy-blue fur, feeling the doctor's murdering glare from the corner of the room. "pay no heed to your jealous master, he can be quite petulant when he does not get his way--" before he can continue however, the monster is abruptly taken from his lap and unceremiously thrown on the nearest couch, his lap getting invaded by the doctor instead. the regrator frowns in disapproval. "you are being brusque. it did nothing to you." (let him pet monstorre in peace!!! not that he's complaining having to pet dottore instead bgtjhrb)

UNPROMPTED ASKS: ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

   DISAPPROVAL remains blatantly obvious on Dottore’s features as he watched Pantalone dote on the critter. It was something created as experiment in complete genetic manipulation rather than merely filling or fixing broken deoxyribonucleic acids. It served no other purpose ; it existed and seemed to be fine, so he was a SUCCESS to some degree. Useful for trials to see what it could handle - and yet it seemed the greedy banker had seized his lab rat before Dottore could do any of the more DANGEROUS experiments that might bring a conclusive END to its existence.

  Such cold words and yet the banker was nothing if needlessly doting upon it. ANNOYING. That would interfere with the creature’s development. Especially given how WELL it seemed to be responding to such affections, chirping and curling up on the banker’s lap like a pampered cat, burrowing in the warmth and emitting its own warmth to chase away the lingering chill of the palace. Pantalone had successfully corrupted it from a LAB SPECIMEN into something like an exotic pet. All that time to be undone because - because what? What did Pantalone even SEE in that little conglomeration of a creature? It was rather UNLIKE the banker to take personal interest like this.

   He audible SCOFFS at the term of master. Creator? Yes. But MASTER? Too personal of a term as far as he was concerned. Observer, experimenter, creator, but nothing more. It felt like mockery almost. How easily it sat there. Why the hell is it - ?!?

Teeth flash in a snarl like a wolf baring its fangs before he stalks over and yanks the spoiled creature away from Pantalone’s lap. He’d do more if it wasn’t for the fact Pantalone would retaliate in a way that would quite hurt him if he did inflict further harm. So he settles for launching it with pinpoint accuracy to land in the piles of pillows upon the couch before he takes the previously occupied space.

   “  YOU ruined my opportunity of observation and experimenting it.  “  Dottore retorts, clicking his tongue in disapproval.  “  Now it is a biased specimen. I expect compensation for that.  “  He informs him, red eyes narrowed beneath his mask as he meets Pantalone frown for frown.