#. modern verse tbt

[axecution]

@withinchains sent: ❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜ (snickering)

It’s quite easy for him to cage her like this—in comparison she is so small and delicate against his frame; his forearm rests upon the wall; right above Morgana’s head as he leans down; lips pulled back into a wide grin that exposes perfect teeth. His gaze slowly trails her form up and down before a chuckle leaves him, low in sound as he tilts his head ever so slightly.

“You think I’m cute, huh?” Draven can’t help but sneer his words as fingers grip onto Morgana’s jaw and he tilts her head in a way that forces her to look at him; the MMA fighter cocking his head to the side oh so slightly before his thumb gently moves to run along her cheekbone. To him, she’s delicate—fragile. If anything; he’s afraid he might get her with his calloused hands and strong grip.

It lessens as he leans in closer to her—just barely enough for lips to touch before he pulls back; a scoff leaving him as his grip lessens and eventually he lets her go; his hands playing against the wall as he uses it for leverage to push himself back.

“‘Cute’ isn’t really Draven’s style.”

[lifesliced]

❝ the alstroemeria, also known as the lily of incas or the peruvian lily, is a highly empathetic flower. it's renowned for its ties to commitment, respect, humor, patience, and understanding. here, for you. ❞ he hands one over — a perfect specimen. ❝ you're much the same. ❞ // * @ensuists liked for a starter from shuichi (kurama) !!

[whirling-fangs]

Painted fingernails glimmer over the radio button; the bass stops rumbling under the back seats as Douma finally turns the music down just enough for his voice to be heard. It's an open road, without much traffic, so the speed meter is almost at its top.

" Yeah. Yes, I took him to the doctors today. No, turns out it wasn't rabies, so, you can tell Mei-Mei not to worry about the bite. " Mobile wedged between his chin and shoulder, Douma has been chatting up his various girlfriends incessantly during the ride. His erratic driving only makes the experience that much more stressful.

" Hm? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I might drop by tonight. I just need someone to watch him for me. ... what ? Babe! Are you out of your mind? Haha giiirl you're so crazy! Do they even have a kiddie pool at the party? ... Yeah he can swim... ? I think so. " Prismatic eyes momentarily snap to the rear view mirror, just as Douma makes a sharp turn that would most certainly shake his backseat passenger a little.

" Inosuke? Hello? Earth to Inosuke? " He chews a smile, briefly addressing the woman on the line. " Girl, stop! Staaaahp, I told you he's not slow! He just hasn't been properly socialized, the poor thing. " But he was cackling alongside her all the same.

" Inosuke would you like to go to a party with me later? There will be music! And a pool! And I'm pretty sure- babygirl, do they still have that petting zoo in the backyard? Oh, really! Inosuke! There will be a petting zoo! " He pauses, as the girl on the phone is barely heard laughing about something. Douma visibly restrains his own smile, then.

" ... and lots of food, goodies, stuff like that. You can wear that one-piece I got you. You'll look soooo cute in it~ "

(( cursed modern verse :D ))

Granted, Inosuke had found the speed to be rather amusing at first. The way the landscape zoomed past the car's windows was rather exhilarating, but the grating voice cackling on top of the engine's roar had gradually taken the fun out of this little outing.

He was still rather grumpy about the entire doctor ordeal. Cotton sticks shoved into his mouth, and he wasn't even allowed to bite the doctor's gloved fingers off. All of this for absolutely nothing in the end. When the doctor came back with the results, Inosuke was rather disappointed to hear that he had failed whatever test they'd been running.

That bitch had deserved the bite, anyway. Her fault for grabbing his cheeks without a warning.

Inosuke chuckled to himself at the memory of the woman writhing and screeching in agony, while prismatic eyes watched the scene with an unreadable expression that Inosuke hoped was shock and horror. There was no way to tell what this bastard was really thinking.

The sound of his name tore the boy away from his contemplations. His raised middle finger would be the only answer Douma would earn at first.

If hell was a place on earth, it had to be at this party thing.

"... pools are stupid. If I want water, I can just get it from the tap or the river. Loud music sucks. And zoos are dumb too. Animals aren't s'posed to be kept in cages, you moron."

A quick glare of the boy's emerald eyes, piercing into the rearview mirror with the clear intent to shatter it out of sheer will. He wasn't about to mention that he couldn't sleep, and that the mere thought of deep waters made his chest tighten.

"I'm only coming for the food. If a single of your bitches even touches me, I'm eating their entire hand this time. And I'm wearing whatever I want!"

He pulled on the strings of his hood, allowing his face to further disappear into its shadow, his nose diving into the collar to better keep the pungeant smell of smoke out of his nostrils. Boar ears comically flopped on top of his cranium at the pull on the hood's fabric.

"... the purple old man's gonna be here too, right? I'm not coming if he's not."

[allageyed]

// anyway thinking about @charmingbrute's au.... I think G'raha would have also been sent away from his family and adopted in Sharlayan. He would have studied history and gotten a PhD at a silly young age. So at like 25, he if in Eorzea teaching in a college and writing history stuff about their history. He's probably in like in limsa lmao

[brightblessed]

[ruinlost]

“people still use facebook--I thought it had died??”

[obsidiansong]

“Hey, what color is the Pink Panther, again...?”

...

“...Wait, did I just...”

[roseguidedarc]

@conzierge​  gets a  RANDOM  starter !

           𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑’𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒.  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 && 𝐆𝐎, 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 && end up standing among the smushed bodies holding onto beers && singing at the top of their lungs for whatever music had come on.  woman come with their friends for a good time, men come for the same reason but to see the bar dancing bartenders !   that was the draw besides the overall fun atmosphere in the way it’s lively with people, loud with music.   chani’s tending to the bar, lined with people currently all asking for drinks && trying to get her attention for even a   𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷�� ,  when he comes up to the bar.  she doesn’t notice him nor get to him right away, but eventually she comes strolling down the back of the bar after handing two men beets && taking their money to put into the register.     ;      head is tilted down for a moment before rising && being met with feeling slightly taken aback.    (  the man leaning against the bar, someone to his left, doesn’t look like the 𝚄𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻  regulars or people that find their way into this kind of bar.  he looked far too serious, far too dressed up for a bar like this.  did he take a wrong turn?   )    ❝   ya gotta buy somethin’ if you’re gonna stand there, buddy.  bosses rules.  ❞   spoken with a smile to show she wasn’t trying to be rude, but lighten the mood.   ❝  what’ll it be? ❞      

[tapalslegacy]

'𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄, 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍, 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘. © 𝑴𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵 𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑲𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑺. \\ affiliated with . . . @skysaunter @techniiciian @ofmagiick @vuulpecula

[lifesliced]

❝ the sunflower is often seen as a symbol of faith and devotion, ❞ he says, handing one to her. ❝ they're admired for the hope and positivity they radiate. in buddhism, they believe sunflowers to be sacred, representing enlightenment. they reach upwards for the sun, resilient in their quest, reminding one of the human spirit seeking self-realization. to be enlightened is a wonderful thing; to seek it even more so — a noble cause. it's funny ... in this way, i'm reminded of you. when i tend to them, i find you often come to my thoughts. [ ... ] aren't they beautiful? ❞ // * @pluviacuratio liked for a starter from shuichi (kurama) !!

[krakensmaw]

why are we at a poor person's restaurant ? @pyratezlife / ned.

𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇. but ed had always been about ripping the band-aid off quick, no mercy. brown eyes rolled to the ceiling and back ; were liable to get stuck up there one of these days, if they kept hanging 'round ned fucking low.

❛ it's called a pub, you fuckin' aristocrat. ❜ couldn't really be considered as such, with food that was barely fit for consumption and backwater booze so strong it'd put you under for days. ed ought to know : they had spent years playing at this joint when their career was but a FLEDGLING'S FANTASY. now, it was the only place left 'round these parts where he could grab a drink without throngs of fans mobbing him. or worse, the hopefuls preening them for clout.

he slipped into a bar stool and swiveled to face ned, an elbow propped atop the counter behind and long legs splayed. ❛ you've got the skills, i'll give you that. GODDAMN, those fingers can work. ❜ made them wonder what else they could do, given the opportunity. ❛ but you don't got the vibe, man. figured it'd help if you could see where MY MUSIC comes from. ❜

two glasses thudded down for them with a grunt of acknowledgement from the tender ; some house special, vaguely brown in colour. he winked up at ned with a crooked, cheshire grin. nudged the next stool with a boot. ❛ your throne, your majesty. ❜

[achesin-arch]

VEX: " I FEEL SAFE WITH YOU. " ... @aboucher

huh? pause.

his head whips up so fast, the broth from his noodles (currently being stuffed into greedy mouth) splashes his glasses and startles him. he stares, blinks in rapid succession for a few seconds too long, chokes a little as he swallows the thin pasta whole.

leuthere stares a little longer, eyes big and unbelieving as what it's said further settles in — and then, a smile. he chuckles, and chortles, and wipes at his mouth with the back of his wrist after he sets his fork down. the silence as he wipes his glasses clean with his shirt (i really need to do laundry, he muses with a brief scrunch of his nose) is filled by his constant stream of chuckles and chortles, leaving no room for awkwardness or anxious tension.

his smile brightens when he can see vex clearly again, and he settles his chin on his folded hands, elbows rested a little too closely to the edge of the table that separates them.

(me? he feels safe with me? ... that's new, isn't it? ... he finds it makes his heart ache a little, makes his stomach flip; he finds it makes him feel a little [a lot] ill. ... i hope this feeling of safety i give it isn't misplaced. ... he finds himself vowing to make sure it isn't, and never will be, all in the short span of time it takes him to finally open his mouth to respond with more than just laughs.)

" oh? i'm glad you feel that way. " another chuckle, a chortle, a mouthful of noodles, a softer but still bright smile. " because you are safe here, you know. with me. i'd sooner eat handfuls of raisins than let anything compromise that. i hate raisins... "

[brightblessed]

// Modern verse roi has to be

still an orphan

still really poor

still full of trauma :(

i think he would probably work multiple jobs to try to go to school. he probably has no time to relax and still has a lot of trauma. i think he'd probably spend a lot of his spare time reading in the library. maybe he works at the library mon-fri and takes night/online classes. he also probably works as a cook at a restaurant on the weekends. probably stressed and has no free time which is fine because he doesn't want a single thought occurring in his head.

[briarsraven]

@sacculari asked: " you know, shockingly, this isn't making me feel any better. " hello ilu

a small nod follows his admittance, then a low hum. " well, i'm not trying to make you feel better. " said as if he felt particularly bad about it. which he didn't, cassian can feel any kind of way he likes. the truth is the truth. " if you'd like something more comforting, i can offer you a drink, dinner maybe? anything else well-- gonna have to get to know me a little better first haha! "

shrek 2 prompts / accepting

[whirling-fangs]

[ comfort / argue] - inosuke finds out about douma's hand in kotoha's death. naraku tries to defuse/comfort.

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. // accepting!!!!!

ft. @cryopathiic ♥

Inosuke could feel the blood pumping at his temples. A relentless beat, the only sound his eardrums could still pick up above the white noise that filled his brain.

Time itself seemed to have crawled to a start. Each sensation rippled tenfold across Inosuke's skin, the itch of the tag at the back of his shirt, the touch of his own hair brushing against the skin of his neck as his shoulders heaved up, down, with each heavy breath he took. The flow of air from his nostrils to his lungs, a storm raging inside his chest.

Fingers curled into fists, unkempt nails digging into the skin of his palms. He didn't even realize that he was biting into his own lip until the metallic taste of blood flooded his tongue.

"You knew. You fucking knew everything from the start. Right?!"

Bile mixed with blood across his tastebuds. His body seemed to be consuming itself under the rage that welled up in his chest. The steam built up, and up, reaching dangerous levels.

A vein popped across the teen's forehead, poking through the dark bangs that fell before his eyes. They clouded his vision more than usual as he slouched, curling up around himself like a spring being rewound, until the second it would break loose again.

"You knew... and you did nothing. That bastard killed my mom... and nobody made him pay for it! He should be a corpse rotting out in the wild, but he's still there!"

The boy's bare feet shuffled across the ground, like a bull's hooves would scratch the earth before it charged. His entire body had become a single muscle, seized up to the limit.

He refused to let the memories keep coming. Ever since he had caught sight of that pendant around the bastard's neck, ever since the first flashes had come to assault his mind again... he hadn't been able to close his eyes. The moment he relaxed, they would come to him again. Those wide emerald eyes filled with tears, blood spilling from those painted lips, slender hands reaching out to him as he fell, and fell, and fell...

And he stood there. Prismatic eyes, and that same lotus-shaped pendant hanging from his neck. How often Inosuke's little hands must have reached for it, intrigued by the item's shine.

"I'm gonna KILL him. I'm gonna gnaw his face off and crush his eyeballs with my bare hands! I'm gonna make him pay a thousand times, and you can't stop me!"

There was no exchange of words. Inosuke barely motioned towards the door that Naraku had already come to stand between the boy and his target. An impassable wall.

A bodyguard.

If Inosuke wanted to take Douma's life, he would have to take Naraku's first. And at this very instant, the thought didn't seem so ludicrous.

There was a roar, and Inosuke lost track of his own motions. Something else took control, a force that had festered inside his chest until it became so large, so wild that no amount of humanity could keep it in. He lunged at Naraku with all the force in his body, the spring unwounding, muscles exploding with all the brutality that ten years spent in the wild had allowed him to build up.

He punched. He slapped. He clawed. Every inch of skin that he could reach would feel the fury of his wounded soul, tears streaming down his face, clouding his vision in the same blur that shrouded his mind. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear. His body had grown numb from all the yelling, all the hitting.

Inosuke could not feel a thing anymore.

Perhaps it was for the best.

[wildlcck]

ARTHUR (@arthcrmcrgcn): you know i'm whacked out on medication. x

❛ yeah, i had an inklin'. you're higher than a goddamn kite. don't worry- 'm not gonna hold a word against you. all yer secrets are safe with me. temptin' as it may be to torment you 'til the end of time... a lesser person might. but, not me. you are lucky i'm such a saint. ❜ she gives his shoulder a pat, trying and failing to chase away the beginnings of a smile. ❛ now, quit your yammerin' and try t' get some rest, would you? instead of talkin' my damn ear off. ❜