#v: esse

[piplicious]

dad duties include going easy on your kids .. intentionally or unintentionally

#south park #pip pirrup #sp pip #sp pip pirrup #south park pip #pip pirrip #joe gargery #would ge also be appropriate to tag here #ok so story time . recently i got a lil ... chess brain damage. brain damage as in i accidentally spent like 7 hours learning how to play c #ess and couldnt fall asleep at night because i was thinking about chess. whatever. and on chess dot com they have this bot that #pretends to be a kind but slow grandpa basically that has v v low elo and goes very easy on you and he has like nice lines and all #and then brain damage number two kicked in

[trash-heappe]

#christian cage #christian wwe #adam copeland #edge wwe #edge and christian #aew dynamite #v cool that they're into bee dee ess emm & that they let us all watch

[jellybeeans]

#Andrew Kreiss #Identity V #IDV #idv grave keeper #IdentityV #Grave Keeper #COA #COAVI #COA6 #Arte #Art #Digital Art #Traditional Art #Cês não tem ideia do quão animada eu tô pra esse COA aaaaaah!!!! #QUERO TODAS AS SKINS NETEASE PLS #Mas se me der só o Andy eu já fico feliz #Se me der a Melly de bonus eu não peço mais nada

[mariejordans]

oh great the transphobic troll has found me…

#whoever sent that and continues to send them to other gen v accounts please do us all a favor and KAY WHY ESS

[aetherose]

The Discord RPs of Project Moon Seele and Veliona Part 1: Seele's No Good Very Bad Day

Read this drabble for more context. It happens like, hours before this.

Ignore that this post got evaporated previously.

Cast: Rose as Seele and Veliona [Mirror World] Neu (@sercphs) as Cradle Remun (@remunporium) as Alice and Fyuga Boomer (@boomermania) as Basil

#&& discord chronicles / hidden beneath the surface lies treasures #&& c. seele / swallowtail phantasm #&& c. veliona / starchasm nyx #sercphs #remunporium #boomermania #&& v. projmoon / hominem te esse memento #OK ITS BACK UP NOW KJGBKFGBGFB

[therapardalis]

[Shared Desires Meme from @iobartach.]

[ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are cuddling after sex. ------------

"You're all sweaty!" Very much a case of pot and kettle, the sheen on her own skin cooling and beginning to gather in the hollows of collarbones, throat and between her breasts. The words are still stifled as she catches her breath, and her eyes are closed - lids unwilling to open and the rest of her too relaxed to bother making them obey.

Too spent, the heat that had so quickly and easily focused between her thighs now diffusing slowly through her belly and limbs. She can't move even she would want to, Miguel's arm thrown heavy across her middle, their legs tangled, a fading flush suffusing them both.

Effort is made to lift her lashes, to observe the lines of his face a few inches away, and fingers caress moisture from along his jaw. Lips curve, teasing, a still-breathless chuckle somewhere in her chest, 'Very sweaty indeed ..."

#Iobartach #Spiderverse AU #v; Follow You Home #BadThings #enn-ess-eff-double-u

[queerspacepunk]

Would love a fic where instead of running away, Stede explains to Ed why he needs to go back to his family and he brings Ed with him. It's probably a massive story idea I realize, but any tidbit would be amazing if it sounds interesting <3

ask and ye shall receive!! or something like that. it is indeed a Massive Story Idea and not one I'm super invested in exploring in too much detail as a whole thing (i love the angst too much!!!) but a tidbit? a lil snippet??? something a lil light and a lil silly? fuck yes!!

ofmd drabble #02 - three 1651 words | meeting the parents kids family?

If you had asked Edward Teach at, oh, literally any time in his life prior to this exact moment, whether or not he'd ever willingly allow himself to be shuffled out of the room with the children so that the adults could talk, he would have told you to go fuck yourself with whatever uncomfortable utensil was closest to hand.

Ed had discovered however, in the last few moments, that discretion is in fact the better part of not having to be in the middle of that domestic. Fuck, he would have crawled inside his own bloody beard and hidden in it, had he still had the damn thing, just to get away.

Alas, he doesn't have a beard, but Stede (legally speaking at least) still does, and her name is Mary. Ed's always thought of 'Mary' as a sort of humble, unassuming name, but the woman in front of him is a hell of a lot closer to the formidable end of the scale than Ed had been expecting. She may well be the only person he's ever met who's ballsier than Stede himself, with a touch more common sense and rather a lot more follow-through.

He's pretty sure the only reason she hasn't stabbed a hat pin or something right through his ear hole and into Stede's squishy little brain is that she wants him to be able to hear what has got to be the most severe and well-deserved bollocking of the poor sod's life.

And so, Ed had assessed the situation, and his options, and decided; fuck this all the way to church, actually, and had nicked off out the back door with Stede and Mary's equally judicious children.

He'd figured that they would, you know, entertain themselves, once they got out of there. Ed would had, when he was a kid, and there'd only been the one of him! Even if they didn't they surely wouldn't be bothering him.

Ed's back in his own clothes, mostly. He needed the knee brace for the walk, and it doesn't fit right over normal trousers so he put his leather ones back on too. Sure, he's left the jacket off and pulled his hair back into a bun in an attempt to look slightly less obviously a notoriously escaped pirate, but even with the beard gone, and a normal amount of weapons on his person, he still looks like a pirate.

(He'd put the cravat back on too, and no it hadn't escaped his notice that Mary was wearing one as well. He'd found himself wondering if she'd stolen it from Stede's wardrobe too, or if black cravats were just something all rich people owned. Then he'd wondered if it was weird that he's hoping it's the first option.)

The point is, he looks like the pirate he is. A cool one. An intimidating one. The friend of Mary's who'd passed him on her way out had certainly gone an awfully funny colour at the sight of him, which means that the kids would surely leave him alone to indulge in his favourite and most lucrative hobby – being a nosy little shit.

Not much to the immediate garden – some tidy but not perfectly kept flowerbeds, neat lawn worn down into desire paths in places that Ed suspects the children are responsible for, a small collection of sticks staked perfectly upright in a circle near the back of the shed in a way that would give Frenchie the absolute shits, you know, normal kid stuff.

"How good a pirate are you?" a voice asks from behind him, as he turns away from what he's assuming is (at least) attempted witchcraft, and he doesn't jump, but he does suddenly have a lot more sympathy for Frenchie.

"What?" Ed asks, turning to look at her – one of the kids, Alma? Because he'd processed 'pirate' and 'creepy child' and not a lot else.

"How good of a pirate are you?" she repeats, and he's not sure how someone half his height can stare him down, but damn if she isn't giving it a go.

"Very," Ed says with a shrug.

Her face scrunches up, like she's thinking, in a way that is familiar and oddly endearing. "You're Blackbeard."

"What the fu- no I'm no- how the hell do you know that?" Hell's not a curse word. It's fine. They say it in church all the time. Or, so he's been told, "I don't even have a beard."

"You're running away. It would be silly not to shave it off."

Well, yeah. Okay, fair.

"Lots of pirates have beards," Ed points out, "how'd you know I was Blackbeard."

Alma shrugs and kicks at the dirt, "my dad has a crush on you."

Ed laughs, a genuine one, a happy one, because yeah, she's not wrong.

"Wait," he says after a moment, "how do you know that? He hasn't seen you since we met."

A child should not be able to pull off such a scathing eyeroll, "he used to read us stories."

Ed’s chest feels tighter at that and not in a good way, at the idea of Stede daydreaming over the idea of him, even though he knows that no one's ever seen him as truly as Stede has, that Stede was giving him those delighted looks even before he realised that Ed was Blackbeard.

"He had a crush on the Beast from Beauty and the Beast, too," Alma adds.

"Uh…" Ed says, because he's honestly not sure how he feels about that.

"and King Arthur," she continues, turning and wandering away, "and Shakespeare."

That's something, Ed supposes, as he watches her goes, before turning his sights on the… barn? Shed? It definitely isn't housing animals, he can tell that even before he gets to the wide open doors and steps inside to find himself surrounded by… paintings? Cool ones.

They're not like the hoity-toity, fancy-ass (boring-ass) paintings he often sees in the fancy ships he's raiding, nah, these ones are interesting. There's some that seem to be all lines and shapes – siblings to the lighthouse painting of Stede's still sitting back in his cabin on the Revenge, while others are more… anatomically suggestive?

(Well, if he's honest, they're vaginas. Floral vaginas, but definitely vaginas. A few botanical penises and the odd probable ballsack too, but they're definitely Mary's work, and she is both terrifying and a lady so Ed's going to try and keep his own non-implied balls right where they are and not mention that to anyone. Ever.)

"Er, hello?"

Ed spins on his heel, doing his best to put his back to something resembling a wall as he turns to face the intruder– or well, since Ed's kind of the intruder in this situation – the newcomer, and tries to keep his stance as outwardly casual as he can.

The man, he notes, doesn't look like he's much of a threat to anyone, and seems more perplexed than concerned with the stranger in what may well be his painting shed – if the smears on his fingers and the fact that the smaller kid – Luciu- no, Louis – is just about clinging to his leg, is anything to go by.

"Who're you?" Ed asks, because he gets the feeling that this guy is daft enough and wholesome enough that he might just answer despite it definitely not being Ed who should be asking that question.

"Doug."

Called it.

"Ed," Ed says, because it only seems fair, really, and steps forward to shake the guy's hand. No need to not be polite. "who are you. In er, context?"

"Mary's painting instructor," Doug says, at the exact same moment as Louis says "my dad."

Ed looks at Doug, who's now blushing bright pink, and then to Louis who (fortunately? Unfortunately? Hard to say) takes quite strongly after both Mary and Stede, and then across the lawn to the window of the house where, thanks to the sheer curtains Ed can the silhouette of Mary brandishing what looks concerningly like a lamp while she yells something that Ed can't quite catch but has the distinct cadence of someone articulating just what they're planning to do to your favourite organ (which, knowing Stede is probably his bloody heart, but which Ed's hoping Mary will assume to be his balls because that at least they can recover from), and then looks back to Doug. Doug who looks like either a real estate agent's idea of a painter or possibly a painter's idea of a real estate agent (Ed's sadly not familiar enough with either profession to determine which).

"Nice."

Doug's face goes all… funny, all wibbly in a way that takes Ed far too long a moment to realise is him being all gooey-eyed and in love, and is weirdly, a rather familiar expression (and oh fuck no he cannot be realising that that's what Stede's face means when he does that. Not while he's in Stede's wife's painting shed talking to Stede's wife's mister-ess. Only apparently, he can), before Doug laughs awkwardly and asks, "and who are you? In, uh, context?"

"I, uh-" oh fuck it, it's not like he can get any deeper, "I'm the other man. The, er, other man's other man."

Doug mouths that silently to himself a couple of times before it seems to click, and then he's giving Ed a once-over before letting out a rather appreciative whistle, "good for him."

"Doug," Louis asks reaching up to tug on his wrist, "what does 'other man' mean?"

"I think, kiddo," Doug says, hoisting the boy up onto his hip (and he's too big for it, really, but it makes Ed's heart do something funny to see it, all the same), "that it means that you and Alma are about to be the first kids in town with three whole dads."

He glances up at Ed, who is absolutely not freaking out, "want a drink?"

#bing bong #our flag means death #ofmd drabble #our flag means drabble #stede bonnet #edward teach #edward 'accidentally good with children' teach #doug 'it's free children (and i plan to love them like my own)' ofmd #look i'm just really proud of 'other man's other man' and 'mister-ess' #alma is ABSOLUTELY doing witchcraft in the garden #how do you think stede survived this long? #this tiny feral child is the true mvp #ofmd #asks #this is real rough and had very lil editing but i'm sure you will all manage!! #replies and reblogs all v welcome and appreciated as always

[summersareknives]

OH, ESS! This one, please! I'm relentlessly intrigued!

10. tag, you’re it (jegulus au where they’re spies on opp sides )

hiiiii low <333 (is that your name ? i hope it is ???? pls correct me if it’s not :)) )

OKAY SO

‘tag , you’re it’ is basically an agent au where there is a big EVIL (tom) and james and regulus unwillingly join together 2 overthrow him but THERE IS BETRAYAL. and something happens and then james’s agency think he’s gone rogue/died but he’s just - gone. and the fic starts with james being beaten up inside a room.

here a lil snippet for you -

The blood is metallic on his tongue. He can taste it , real and true and so alive and so him.

He decides to give these men one last chance.

Their final chance.

“Where the fuck is Regulus ?”

#ess waters a plant #wip ask game #fic : tag you’re it #it goes back and forth between past and prsent #but anyways it’s v dear 2 me

[temsikfates]

@psycofreakx

Estava em mais uma de suas caminhadas pela cidade. O peculiar felino gostava de explorar a cidade durante à noite, era um passatempo que ele havia compartilhado na antiga linha temporal com seu dono, Yomiel, que na época era o morto-vivo ao invés dele. A vida como um literal Gato de Schrödinger não parecia tão ruim para o pequeno animal, apesar de algumas desvantagens como não poder comer ou beber e não sentir nada. Mas aos poucos Sissel se acostumara com a situação. Levaria aquele fardo com orgulho, contando que todos ao seu redor, principalmente Yomiel, ficassem bem.

Além disso, ele gostava de seus truques de fantasma. Ele é apenas um gato afinal, e há muitas peripécias que um pequeno felino como ele poderia fazer com esses truques, mas principalmente ajudar as pessoas, algo que ele realmente gostava de fazer, desde aquela fatídica noite que mudara sua vida (ou não-vida, no caso).

Enquanto o felino atravessava a cidade em busca de algo interessante, algo chamou sua atenção. Um outro pequeno animal, revirando o lixo em busca de comida. Sissel sentou-se sobre as patas traseiras e ficou a observar o outro animal curiosamente, seus olhos amarelos reluzindo no escuro.

“Ei amigo. Se está com fome, conheço um lugar melhor pra encontrar comida.” Disse, após observar por algum tempo.

#🐈‍⬛ schrodingers cat ; cat sissel || ic #psycofreakx #v. a new beginning || averted timeline #thread language ; pt br #// desculpa a demora! espero q esse funcione!

[malewifemessi]

i've always been a bayern munich girl from the START I ❤️ GNABRY

#whos pee ess gee #psg v bayern #*

[captainknell]

This book is way tinier than I expected lol from 1906

#napoleon #napoleon bonaparte #little lives of great men #Napoleon the little Corsican #Esse V Hathaway

[draculasbane]

.

#pretending today was a good day and that im not wanting to kay em ess rn #today was so great 😃 having so much fun hahahaha #i feel so violently not ok today its v bad if i dont call a crisis line by tonight id be shocked #crow vents #severely mentally ill on this christmas eve

[jellybeeans]

"Rumors are more terrifying than illnesses."

#Identity V #IDV #IDV Grave Keeper #Andrew Kreiss #Art #Arte #Digital Art #Lineless Art #Purple Iris #Eu amo esse menino TANTO #Difícil vida

[temsikfates-archive]

@indulgentia liked for a starter!

  “ Por acaso você viu o meu gato? ”

    O ex-programador perguntou para a primeira pessoa que viu na rua. Sissel era um gato serelepe e costumava dar suas ‘escapadas’ noturnas pelo bairro enquanto Yomiel estava fora de seu corpo, geralmente para testar seus poderes de manipulador. Mas quando Sissel desaparecia assim, seu dono ficava muito preocupado. Jamais poderia perder seu único amigo, aquele que carregava o nome e a bandana de sua falecida noiva, que ele tanto amara.

    “ Ele é preto, tem uma bandana vermelha amarrada no pescoço. Se chama Sissel.”

#☄️ [IC] The Manipulator | Evil Yomiel (Shard) #indulgentia #V. Long lonely Ten Years | Post-Temsik incident [bad timeline] #spooktober | halloween special #// OIEEEEE!!! #// decidi ir com o Shard já q o Spooktober tá bem aí na porta AUHSAUSHUHSA #// deixei bem genérico o starter pra vc poder usar qualquer muse q vc achar melhor xD #// sdds de escrever esse nerd com vc xD #Watch your Language! | Portuguese (PT-BR)

[aetherose]

She would free herself of this thing, no matter what. Ever since the day she was shackled to it, she determined she'd be free someday. No matter how long it took. And with the power of a Wellspring, she finally had her chance to break away, even if it meant severing herself from this world.

As if she cared. This world was rancid to it's core. She failed to protect Seele when that orphanage fell, and robbed her of the only good thing she had, and the despair led her down a worse path than she'd ever imagined. And even before that, all she'd ever faced was abuse, Seele being the only one to reach out to her.

No, this world could rot. She only cared for her freedom from this Heart of Despair.

And so, she forcibly cut herself off from her world, from that thing. But of course, it came at a cost. Her body. If she wanted to survive, she had to find and reside in someone else's, in another world. An alternate her would be most preferable.

What luck that because of that thing, she had only one Mirror World as an option, and the her of that world was in some weapon. Ha. Figures that's some twisted universal constant.

Then, she saw her. Seele. Not hers, but the her of this world. This world seemed to have events play out at different times, but in the end, that incident was occurring again, and there was no Veliona this time to protect her. To protect Seele when her orphanage was attacked, and she witnessed her fellow children and caretaker all be slaughtered by some twisted monsters.

She didn't remember what they even were now. Well, not like it mattered to Veliona. They were scum all the same. Toys to be broken for what they did in another reality. Perhaps she should've thought more before she made the decision she did, but she didn't hesitate.

She awoke within her body. Seele's body. She could hear Seele in her mind screaming and crying. She always was a crybaby...

"...Haha...I'll enjoy breaking every last one of you!"

This time, she was strong enough to obliterate. Every. Single. One. She ruthlessly tore them apart with her crimson claws, and the creatures evidently were caught incredibly off-guard. Not like it mattered too much; they were fodder for her. And in the end, she'd stand before their bloody corpses with a twisted grin.

This time, she protected her.

But when she found her control slipping and her claws faded away with her control over the body, she heard the screams of terror of the girl she just entered the body of.

'Will you quiet down before you attract who knows what else that wants to kill you?'

Seele went dead silent, looking around her at first to try to find the source of the voice.

"Who...are you?! W-where are you?!"

'I thought you'd be smart enough to deduce I'm in your head. But I guess you're more of a dummy than I thought. Hmph. Whatever.'

Veliona grumbles, before continuing.

'Anyway, it doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that my newfound residence in your body has granted you power. Power that no doubt will attract the attention of all kinds of things. Threats beyond your comprehension.'

"Wh...what? Nyet- you-"

'So I'm going to need you to first off, get the hell out of here. And second off, be ready for...that thing, in case it's invading this world too.'

"Th-this...this can't be real...I have to be dreaming-!"

Seele tries to pinch herself, wincing a little at the small pain she feels, accidentally pinching too hard due to her severe stress.

'I'm not lying to you-'

Seele wasn't even listening anymore. She'd began running as Veliona had suggested, but not for that reason. She didn't want to believe any of this was real. That everyone she ever knew and loved was gone, that she had this...voice in her head that just...took control of her?

She doesn't even know. She doesn't want to know.

'Just sit down and listen to me for a second, idiot! If you run recklessly into the Backstreets you'll-'

Ah.

Organ harvesters.

She froze in place, staring on in horror before she slowly backed away, just as they started to approach her.

She tripped, and she screamed. They drew closer, sneering as they raised their blades.

'Ugh.'

And suddenly, the claws manifested again, and the organ harvesters became nothing more than minced meat.

'You're a real nuisance, you know that? But I'm stuck with you, and you're stuck with me, so listen to me for a second. Because you're not going to survive if you don't.'

As control faded away from Veliona once again, Seele slumped onto her knees upon the ground as she stared at the carnage Veliona wrought.

"I...I-I just want to go home..."

'If you want to ever find a place you can call home again, then you're going to have to work with me here.'

"...Wh...what do I have to do...?"

'Find somewhere safe, first off. This place is crawling with things that'll try to kill you. Then I'll tell you more.'

Seele looked on for a short time longer at the deceased organ harvesters...before she shakily stood up.

"...O...kay..."

And she slowly walked away, to find somewhere to reside for now.

#&& drabbles / a nostalgia for innocence #&& c. seele / swallowtail phantasm #&& c. veliona / starchasm nyx #&& v. projmoon / hominem te esse memento #hi you all receive zero fucking context for what any of this means #this is remun's fault btw

[therapardalis]

[Kinda 👀 Meme from @iobartach.]

[HALLWAY]: after inviting receiver into their flat, sender and receiver start making out in the hallway. ------------

"Ohhhh?" It's hard to pin down the mix of feelings beneath the word. Pleasure, definitely; a thrill of victory, the warmth of anticipation, glinting in her eye and her smile - wrapped up in a tone still as teasing as the touches they'd exchanged. "Does that mean I win?"

'Yes, you do ...'

Hands, lips, the brush of bodies taunting each other in a game to see who would yield - a contest which in essence neither of them could lose, but she'll take the extra moment just the same. Miguel's already moving, his surrender forgotten in the rush, and her laugh is wicked as he lifts her like a toy, bound for the hall leading to the bedroom beyond.

She's breathless, squirming, pretense abandoned as her hands grasp his face to pull his lips to hers, and she chuckles into the kiss, "Think we're gonna make it?"

The wall of the corridor hits her back, pinned by his body as fingers roam her curves, barely-sheathed claws catching the fabric that's in the way. She laughs again, low in her chest as her teeth score his lower lip, hands busy with his clothing in turn - seems the answer is very much a 'no' ...

#Iobartach #Spiderverse AU #v; Follow You Home #BadThings #enn-ess-eff-double-u #Inspired by ... well you know ;)