#verse; modern

[unicornondeck]

@avastyetwats (Flint)

Izzy was helping the acoustic music act for the night finish setting up when he noticed the bar becoming more active. The man still had thirty minutes before he went on. He noticed the bartenders being preoccupied with other guests so he took the initiative to help one of them that had yet to be served.

"What can I make for you? You here for the show? Don't think I've seen you in here before? Thought I knew everyone anyway."

[cxptainflint]

After meeting the man at Soho Sips just a few nights before, it was now the night they had chosen to meet each other for dinner. Who knew a little conversation could lead to this? It was his first date in a long while. After finishing up some work, he closed his laptop and took his time finding something to wear. Usually, he was not like this but with the mutual interest they appeared to share, he wanted to dress to impress.

James dressed himself in a black button-up, darker jeans, and a light black leather jacket. His facial hair was trimmed just slightly. He then made his way to the bistro on the river that they made their plans for. Once he got there, he looked down at his phone and sent him a quick text to tell him that he was there.

[James]: I'm here.

@thomashxmilton

[bells-of-black-sunday]

[ -> D ]: MERRY🎅COCKMAS🍆🍆🍆🍆😜😜😜🐓🐓🐓🐓 AND HAPPY 😁 HOE-LIDAYS 😲😲😲😩😩😩 THIS YEAR 📆 I'M DEFINITELY ✅ ON THE 😈😈😈NAUGHTY😈😈😈LIST📜📝 BECAUSE I'M 👈A GIGANTIC 🏳‍🌈🌈🏳‍🌈🌈🏳‍🌈🌈🏳‍🌈🌈🎄❄HO-HO-HOMOSEXUAL❄🎄🏳‍🌈🌈🏳‍🌈🌈🏳‍🌈🌈🏳‍🌈🌈 WHICH IS NOT 🙅‍♀️❌ VERY CHRISTIAN ⛪🙏 BUT I STILL CAN APPRECIATE 😜 SAINT DICK ✨🎉✨🎉 I CAN'T WAIT FOR 🎅SANTA🎅 TO SLIDE DOWN MY CHIMNEY ⬇🏠😜💦 AND STUFF MY STOCKING 🧦🎁😜 FULL OF DILDOS 😱🍆 AND PENIS PARAPHERNALIA 🍆🍆🍆🍆💦💦💦 BECAUSE I'M JUST A LITTLE 🤏 FESTIVE 🎄🎅🤶⛄❄🎁GAY🏳‍🌈🌈🏳‍🌈🌈🍆🍆😜😜😩😩😩💦💦💦

[To Big Naturals] - So true, happy hoe-lidays

He's not even sure if that's the correct answer to a text like that, but... at least it was one. He'd have to show Robin when he gets off work.

[bxd-kxrma]

@digitalfcte

It had been some time since Karma was able to get an actual workout in the gym. From working to cooking and cleaning she had gotten so busy that she didn’t get to have much time to indulge in her favorite pass time.

It was too bad that she had spent so much time there that the sky had gone dark and the moon was shining bright above her. Was she scared of walking the street at night alone? No, she had done it many times and being a ex-gang member she knew which streets to dodge.

But it seemed like the local gangs were wising up on this as in the distance she could see a couple of them huddled around someone. At first, Karma was going to help whoever it was, but upon coming closer she noticed the familiar light pink colored hair which caused Karma to quicken her pace.

“Kuso…!” This was bad, and it looked like things were heating up too.

[quiet-kunoichi]

[LAP]

[ surprise! it's some old ass meme || @spikyhairedsilhouette ] She had been there to witness the show. Lingering in the dimly-lit corner of the underground bar, nursing her drink close to her chest. Scintillating stare hardly strayed from his glistening visage, skin pebbled with sweat as he ferociously played the drum set like it owed him something precious or vile, Kimiko couldn't decide. Shikamaru was lost in the music and probably some ludicrous concoction of drugs and alcohol, as per usual. She didn't intend to be seen, tonight. It had been a little over a week since she last saw him, and he seemed less than thrilled that she had picked up and left shortly after their usual bedsheet tryst. It was the horrendous loss she suffered in the ring the following night that kept her away, unwilling to let him see the aftermath— turns out, she was a sore loser.

The original plan was to watch his performance from afar, then take herself back home. It felt too close to groveling to show up at his show expecting some kind of recollision after practically ghosting him last time. Someone more emotionally mature than herself would recognize that an apology was owed. Kimiko, on the other hand, wouldn't even consider waving that white flag of surrender. It's not like they were in any kind of committed relationship, anyway. Whatever they had, it wasn't serious. That mantra failed to sink in as Kimiko found herself stalking through the dispersing crowd, tailing the stag and some whack-ass groupie he plucked from the crowd after the show. If this playboy thought he was going to whet his whistle with just any face-painted clown, he had better come up with some God that would consider forgiving him at the pearly gates. It took some thorough 'convincing', but Kimiko made it back stage without some sycophantic escort to hang onto. Her heavy boot busts the shoddy doorknob lock, and the gnarly scene is revealed. Said groupie couldn't have leaped off of Shikamaru's lap any faster. "Sorry princess, I don’t mean to interrupt your play date." Nevermind the very reason she roughed up the backstage 'security' was to interrupt this revolting rendezvous. Man-spreading on the ratty couch, Shikamaru appears like a disgruntled teenager— effectively cockblocked. A vein in Kimiko's forehead was already throbbing. At the very least, blondie is adept at reading the room. "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend." And a scary one at that. "That's because—" Excuses already pouring out of his sloppy lipstick-riddled lips. Glossy pink was absolutely not his color. "He doesn't." Kimiko offers the answer he was looking for in the middle of his sentence. '"I didn't tell you anything." "Do you mind if the adults talk?" While Kimiko appears nonplussed, there's a threatening energy surrounding her. The phantom song of a rattlesnake's tail as she approaches, vicious glare zeroed in on her target. The brassy haired blonde thinks wisely to jump out of the way and save her skin. The metal door clicks shut behind her.

She hates how expectant he looks. Like he wasn't just caught entertaining another girl. "Give me one good reason I shouldn’t fucking kick in your teeth right now." It was a rigged game. "Because you wouldn’t want to ruin this pretty face." Arms stretch to their wingspan across the back of the couch, that wily grin of his only stirring her up all the more. "That’s presumptuous of you." "Just an educated guess, considering you were sitting on this pretty face last time."

"Get a grip." The scoff accompanies her signature eyeroll. She’s flustered now, teetering between her anger and something else. "Come on, you just saved me from some groupie hopped up on molly." He knew he was getting through to her, effectively pruning her thorns. "Right, because you really looked like you were kicking and screaming for help." Her tone is mockingly jovial, but her stare is beyond disapproving— closer still to straight-up eviscerating. "And your appearance now makes up for the last couple of weeks..?" That comment hit too close to the bullseye, those once-flattening quills once more poised for defensive strike. She doesn't respond, and the lack of banter is enough of an indicator for Shikamaru to sweep that conversation under the rug. Instead, he reaches through the invisible barrier and clasps her wrist, tugging her forward with the strength of his forearms and landing her in his lap before it went cold. "You’re here now, let’s turn that playdate fantasy into a reality. I'll call you mommy if you call me daddy." "You’re deplorable." Shikamaru knows better than to try and kiss her with another woman's lipstick still marring his mouth. He opts to smear it over the heat of her exposed throat, instead. "And you reek." Naturally, she wasn't finished doling out jabs. Nevertheless, his hands are roaming, undeterred from his goal. Kimiko could feel his dastardly smirk curling into her skin as he hums his reply whilst grazing his teeth over sensitive skin. "You really know how to flatter a man." "Just what concoction of poison are you on tonight?" She needs to feign total composure regardless of how her breath just hitched. "You want some?" Crooning. "I want you—" "That much is obvious." His turn to interrupt her. "—to stop infuriating me." She's holding onto her frustration, or at least she's trying to. He knows that he's wearing down her reserves, he can tell in the way her body starts to give in to the persistence of his ministrations. The weight of her starting to melt further into his lap, her back naturally arching beneath his touch. Despite the venom still trailing her voice, Kimiko was certainly not putting up a fight. Even her hands had begun to find their place on his shoulders, up into his hair. "Listen, Kitten—" Sweet talking his way to the honeypot. He just likes to brandish those submissive pet names against her for a damn thrill. "I won't be stopping anything unless you beg me to." Heavy-lidded eyes stare unabashedly up at his target as her face blooms into a brilliantly pigmented hue. Speechless, but not for long if he has his way. She's going to flay him alive, and he's not ashamed to admit that the mere thought of it arouses his interest. His drum-stick calloused hands have found her backside, boldly plucking the webbing of her fishnets as though it were the strings of an angelic harp.

"So then, what will it be? Are you going to let up on that sour attitude, or should I speed dial a fresh groupie and commit adultery?" The fire in her eyes is exactly what he was hunting for.

[inspectorboobzilla]

Shura heard the knock but remained silent inside, the curtains drawn, windows closed, she hadn't bothered getting dressed into anything presentable. She only rolled her eyes when Angel said it was him at her door. Why would he come to visit?. Out of all people... Yuri had come round a few times, Shiro had even appeared once or twice, but Angel?

"Go away Angel!" she called from her sofa, sipping at her wine already as she glanced at the clock. Ten am. Well it was evening somewhere in the world.

This man was just as stubborn as her, the knocks continued and left her with no choice. Fluffy slippers and a soft dressing gown, Shura opened her door just enough to peek out, "I'm not takin' visitors right now" she muttered, hair unbrushed but eyes harsh as she looked at him.

Closed starter for @eclipsemuses

[rebelichor]

@enokvirkow​ | X

Ariadne pulled. Enok snapped back. Like a rubber band, the reaction was immediate and it left her friend rattled.

Best friend.

Even that had a bitter taste, but she couldn’t focus on any of that.

She got her answer when he declared ‘I have not!’ It was honest. He said it out of pure reaction and he had never been one to lie. Not to her, anyway... and it was the words she most wanted to hear.

The whisper of those thoughts?... well. That would have been knowledge she could have gone without. They had tried to sleep together and something in her wanted to shove Phoebe. To tell her to take a walk and not to come back... but that was his girlfriend. She had no right.

Instead Ariadne watched Enok silently. Watched how he stumbled. Watched how those tears started to form. Watched how he almost shut her out.

She could have granted his wish. Her hands tightened. Leave him alone? Those weren’t words that had ever been directed at her before...

Before she had her own time to think, she stood and grabbed for Enok’s hand, sauce and all. Then she passed him with a tug. And just like that she was pulling him along, and then they were running. It was a stupid little moment. As if she could pull hard enough that they could leave that moment behind. That somehow things would be right again by the time she let go of his hand.

She panted for breath when they reached the bike racks. “Fuck Phoebe.” she breathed, grinding her heel into the mess. Not the best words to choose — and taking a swing at his girlfriend wasn’t a smart move in the first place. Enok was loyal. She was meddling, even if she didn’t see it. “Let’s go to the beach.” Like old times.

[ausdauer]

“  you’re my family.  ”

@riidcr || Soft!

The family tree project at school was difficult for her. An orphan, left at the doorstop of a convent with nothing but a letter saying what her name is and her birthday. She struggled in foster homes, never having been adopted until her own social worker had took a leap of faith with her. It worked. Eugene understood her better than anyone had before. He was patient but firm when needed.

However, this project was too much, she was acting out again, getting kicked out of her class so she didn't need to hear or talk about families. Eugene wasn't her dad, but he was as good as. She saw him as one. But he was in the same boat as her; both orphans without a clue on who their parents are.

Eugene had been called in to talk about her declining behaviour, how things were improving just to plummet so quickly. Isabel waited outside the classroom, head hanging low, worried she would have disappointed him after the promise she had made to keep her grades up. But as he came out of the office she looked up, big green eyes full of apologies.

He said nothing, but his actions were enough. His hand outstretched, ready for hers to take it's spot, he wasn't angry or upset with her. It was enough for her shoulders to relax. Until they got to the car. Isabel knew the speech was coming, but what he said took her by surprise.

You're my family

Isabel let herself smile, quietly taking it in before she turned away, "Samson had a whole four pages of family" she muttered, looking down at her fingers. "I shouldn't have ripped it up" Isabel added, feeling terrible for her actions, but jealousy was a tough thing to control sometimes. "Caitlin said my tree is so small it's a weed" she added, defending herself on why she had pulled the brunette's hair and stuck gum in it. She was remorseful, it was just difficult.

[percentstardust]

“How was I supposed to know there would be a bee in the bouquet?!” (steffon to anari)

@lcveblossomed

Anari can only imagine the headlines when the news finally catches wind of this. She does not blame Steffon for what has happened. He is right. He wouldn't have been able to know about the bee. But, there was a bee in her bouquet and now she's in the hospital due to her allergy to them. She thankfully had her epi-pen on her and he did well helping her administer it. She has to now stay in the hospital over night. Their date night unfortunately ruined. The medicine they gave her to help counteract her symptoms has made her loopy as she smiles at him.

"It's fine, Steffon. We can have plenty of time to go on other dates."

[unicornondeck]

This is a starter call for my modern au which you can read about on my verses page. Alternatively if you want to plot this verse, message me and we can go from there before I do a starter.

[cxptainflint]

Verse tags-

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Something I have been talking about a lot on discord recently is how different modern Tarhos doesn't really view himself as a person a lot of the time.

Which makes him act so much different than his base verse who is just "If I don't consider myself a person that means they have broken me and I'd rather slit my own throat than let them win." For hopefully obvious reasons with how much he hates the systems he exists in to the point where he hates all nobility for purely the fact that they are nobility. Modern verse he's spent his life from the day hos mother tried to kill their family and almost succeeded he just happened to be the only one that woke up.

So when he spends all his life living in places he doesn't care for, because the foster care system isn't good at all (especially if you're afab) and as soon as he's out of it and in a group home trying to make something of himself he gets fed all these loes recruiters always tell. How he'll have all these nice things if he just serves for a number of years and that nearly killed him so many times, but one of the main things he picked up from that experience is that if you can't rely on whose next to you to be strong in the face of everything you really don't have anything.

He also picked up the idea that the only thing he's really good for is just being a wall for other people which is how he initially got into security. And both of those ideas are not only not true, but are also so harmful to himself as a person to the point where je doesn't feel like he has the right to talk to anyone about any of his issues. Robin only gets him to talk by getting him to talk about things that don't seem related until he's saying the quiet part out loud that he can pry at. Which is hard enough since he doesn't talk a lot to begin with and I think his reflection of his own self identity issues really show in how he dresses and carries himself.

In that he's not hurting for money and works for a pretty prestigious company that handles a lot of celebrities. He not only works security for Robin, but he's also worked it for Karth many times and I'm sure probably others. But... He wears old dress shirts/suits to woek and t-shirts you can buy in a pack of 5 for like 10$ and sweat pants at home, they don't fit well and they certainly don't make him look as good as he could. He also doesn't really do anything with his hair either, it's just pulled back and out of the way where it can't be pulled easy.

And once he actually starts to humanize himself and see himself as a person again he'll actually put in effort into his appearance. Haru will drag him out shopping, braid his hair, make him take care of his skin and scars and for once he'll actually keep up with it if only just to see the way he looks at him. But it will be a huge milestone eventually where with him looking better and happier and being more comfortable with pda and everything else, he will start acting more how he does in his normal verse just minus the dramatic nature of it and the sexualization of religion.

He'll look so pretty and probably a lot more approachable outside of work.

[oifrit]

[ BREAK  IN ]

"Fuck." Clive cursed under his breath. The event was highly-guarded, their family and friends-of being highly wealthy and from all different walks of the political sphere. If anyone wished to steal a moment with the Rosarian upper-crust now was the time. And he was on the outside thanks to a purposeful mix-up with his mother. She had given him the wrong details, likely with the intention of making him look bad for having missed Joshua's birthday.

Present in hand and not one to simply take a kick laying down, Clive's mind was already ticking. He shrugged off his jacket and shed his tie. Like this he looked somewhat like one of the caterers and he knew damn well the casual look would be a thorn in his mother's side. Even better.

With all of the confidence in the world he strolled as though he was meant to be there. Because he absolutely was. But in doing so, he bumped arms with another. The man looked like he might actually be from the catering company. "... running late too, huh?" Hopefully he wouldn't be outed before he even set foot in front of security.

[quiet-kunoichi]

[TEXT] - wanna bang?

[TEXT] - hang*

[TEXT] - whatever

[ text kimi | @spikyhairedsilhouette ]

His text came in at just the right time.

After all, she was already naked. Steam still rolling from her reddened and freshly-scalded and scrubbed skin, Kimiko messily rubs a towel through her hair. Her phone buzzes again, a pre-programmed two minute reminder that her drumkit-abusing boy-toy was awaiting her response. And he must be impatient, considering the triple-text notifications that appear on her lock screen. The soft blue light of her screen washes over her face in a pale illuminous glow. Upon reading his texts, a frisky grin pulls across her lips before she needles her lower lip between ivory canines. Kimiko's next match in the ring was scheduled for tomorrow night, and she had spent a good portion of her day training at her (blissfully) men-prohibited gym. It came as a major disappointment to the boxer that her favorite and well-loved sandbag had been replaced with a new one. It called for a good breaking in, all those previously worn spots where her knuckles and her shins had made countless indents now sturdy and lacking any give. Something about wailing on the punching bag seemed to have aroused a desire within her— although her already aching muscles might protest against enduring another round. [ text -> ] dont think i could say no to a good fucking [ text -> ] time* [ text -> ] so cum over [ text -> ] come* [ text -> ] you get the gist yet, bonehead? ;) Just because she was feeling extra insidious, Kimiko attaches a photo to their text chat. She kept it classy of course; the steam fogging the mirror did well to blur the more scandalous details, but the curvature of her frame was undeniable in the reflection. [ text -> ] maybe this will help "inspire" you He would likely consider her an absolute tease for this gesture— so long as he was left with a little blood still in his brain before it all rushed somewhere lower. Besides, Kimi trusted that her shrewd beau was well familiar with the raunchy details of her body, enough so that he could use that big noggin to fill in the blanks she so coyly kept covert. Just to entice him to get his ass in gear; she may very well be on to the next mood swing by the time he arrived ready to claim his coveted prize.

[foreverascout]

❝  i don’t have nightmares when you’re there.  ❞ — from Annie!

@austerulous || Annie

His arm tightened around her in response, pulling her in close against his chest. He wasn't completely sure what form her nightmares took, but he could imagine who was involved with them. They had been sneaking the nights together a little more, Jean climbing through her window, Annie lying about staying at a friend's. Ultimately, she was right, he even slept better with Annie beside him.

"I'm glad I can help" he replied, unsure what else he could say or do. If she just needed to be around him then he would be there without any complaints. "What are your nightmares?" Jean asked quietly, giving her the option to ignore the question if she didn't want to hear it.

[rebelichor]

“remember, if you want to leave early, just call me and i’ll come get you, okay?" - kingichor

MEME → Familial and platonic prompts.

It was a massive step outside of her comfort zone. Ariadne still harboured so much distrust towards her peers, and it felt like she was about to open herself up to more pain and ridicule.

Though Wheaty wouldn't do her dirty like that. Right? There had been a couple faces she recognised from her school already, but most of these people weren't known to her. Perhaps they could be different. Though a small voice in her head warned that the people who did know her, the few from her school, would spread their poison about her here as well and she'd just be that weird kid others picked on.

Exhaling, she almost forgot she was in the car with her mother.

That deep sigh seemed to prompt a gentle reminder.

Head lifted in surprise, Ariadne glanced over. There was encouragement in her mother's eyes... and a stern kind of promise. They would come if she called. But she had to make that call.

"Okay." she answered lightly, sliding out of the car. Though she held the door open and ducked to look inside once more. "... thanks Mum." It was a simple exchange. So few words shared. Though Xemos would see the way the tension in their daughter's shoulders started to ease. It helped knowing that if she needed to call for help, someone would be there, and she didn't have to trap herself in a bad spot.

This wasn't like school.

@kingichor