#v: tbt

[wickedlehane]

@sunnydalescoobiies {buffy} gets a S4 AU based on this gifset

The first few weeks of school at UC Sunnydale weren't so bad, even if Faith was never the biggest fan of homework. But she liked the independent living, knowing she had a watcher for a safety net should anything go wrong out here on the Hellmouth -- since the last Slayer died, and so did the girl before that. Diana Dormer's own work required her to stay on the faculty back at Harvard, but she and Faith could communicate through the academic system (in addition to the good ol' fashioned phone).

Of course, college was a balancing act. Between her basic courses, psychology specialization, and nightly patrols, Faith knew she needed to carve out time to unwind with a little fun. Thankfully, UCSD had frats full of dudes looking to dance with the fresh meat.

Faith didn't really know any of these older guys, but she liked it that way. Made the chase more fun, and if she ended up in bed with someone, it was easier to fade into the night if they weren't sharing the personal stuff. She did recognize a few people from her classes, though -- not all the names were sticking, but the faces were familiar. Especially the blonde girl who was on the first floor of Stevenson Hall, and had a few courses with her including Psych with Professor Walsh. Bunny, or something? But the slayer wasn't exactly here to make small talk over homework assignments and the quality of dining hall food. So for now, she grabbed one of the cheap beers the boys were stocking and proceeded to dance her way to the center of the room with a guy or two hovering around her hips.

#sunnydalescoobiies #sunnydalescoobiies buffy #fuffy college au #v: tbt

[rxmlxw]

@insidi0sum „ hey. you look tired. you alright ? “

A GLASS FILLED WITH GIN IN HIS HAND , BROCK SLOWLY LOOKED UP , BROW ARCHING up as he stared at the other , letting out a soft huff at the question. was he alright ? could he ever be alright ? he knew the answer was clearly ‚no‘ , but like he would tell anyone about it , especially some stupid kid ? he‘d rather die. „ none of your business. “ , he growled quietly as he raised the glass to his lips and downed it with one gulp. not that the alcohol did much to his body , he would need a lot more than to finally feel it and he exhaled a deep sigh as his hazel hues settled on the other. „ you‘re always like this ? just asking stranger about bullshit , that‘s not yours to know or do you just like to get probably killed if you just walk to some random guy ? “ , he asked , rolling his eyes slightly.

#insidi0sum #„ order only comes through pain. ” − answered. #v: tbt

[darknessxmuses]

@adoredwatson continued from here

❜A walk sounds lovely. Especially if there’s flowers to be seen. But are you alright? I mean—I know the answer is probably no based on the state of the room—❜

Belle didn’t like to stay seated too long, not unless she was reading or something in that vein. But she just wanted to help this woman—clearly her papa trusted her and wanted her to help in some way.

#V: TBT #C: Belle #Interactions

[laviexenrose-a]

Stella Mayfair was, by all accounts, regarded as a good friend by Isabelle, despite the fact that the two women could not have been more different in appearance or temperament. In truth, Isabelle doubted whether her former roommate had genuinely viewed her in much the same light– as a good friend, or a friend at all. A few months had gone by, and she had not heard so much as a peep from the other, but that was about to change…

The envelope was rather small, lighter than a feather. On the back was Isabelle’s name handwritten simply in ink. The writing looked quite familiar, though at that moment she couldn’t remember to whom it might belong. As Isabelle unsealed the flap, a curious sensation overwhelmed her. Eliminating suspense in the blink of an eye, she unveiled the invitation for a cruise party. A cruise party! Her features twitched with a mild surprise. While assuredly there weren't many people who would bother sending Isabelle anything in the mail, one of the last persons she would have ever guessed would be Stella– granted, at this point in time, she truly had no clue this invitation was from her, and in retrospect, she was not so surprised it was for a party. No, that had Stella Mayfair written all over it, and honestly, Isabelle felt a little silly she hadn’t easily determined who would invite her to such a grand soirée.

…

It was two weeks after she had received the curious invitation that Isabelle found herself boarding the ship, wondering if she’d made the right decision to come alone. It was a little reckless but also one of the most exciting things she had done in a while now. Perhaps for just this one time, she could fling some caution to the wind, let loose and maybe even enjoy herself a bit.

The party was in full swing. Once on board, Isabelle gave herself the moment to take it in– the crowd, the music, the incessant buzz of chatter and laughter, the liveliness of it all. Here, it was easy to forget about the rest of the world. The only thing Isabelle couldn’t get away from was wondering about who it was she needed to thank for sending her an invitation. And what better time to find out than at the party itself.

After mustering up the courage to approach people she didn’t know, Isabelle asked several of the partygoers, most of whom had likely had one drink too many, and none who knew who was host. Well, at least she had made an effort to find out. Afterwards, Isabelle chose a lonely corner to stand, feeling like a fish out of water as she quietly sipped champagne. Always taking pleasure from the simplest of things, she contentedly listened to the music, and that was good enough reason to stay a while longer. @desxgnees

#desxgnees #// ew this got long lol i’m sorry #there’s no need to write anywhere near as much obvi #sometimes my muse won’t shut up xD #isabelle x stella #v: tbt

[viijaya]

       h i m

#v: tbt #THE FIRST ONE ALWAYS SENDS ME- #SOMEONE: -HOLDS HIM- #-SWEATING- #AND HE'S JUST -BIG OL EYES- #he really went eye emoji #ON THE SECOND ONE THE LIL TAIL TOOOOO #CRYING IN BETWEEN MY HANDS

[vigilantaes]

. . .     @urushiol​​     🞂     [ prompted ]       🞂         embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.   //  can be main or an au

      it all started when she arrived in gotham  by train,  stowaway style.  she wandered the streets on her own,  fending for herself the same way she always had   —  though admittedly some of the foes here were more formidable and more aggressive.  cassandra learned years ago that people liked to target children like herself.  they underestimated what she could do to retaliate,  a fact that would make more sense once she learned how normal children were treated.  for now,  she thought them foolish at the time for picking a fight with her.

       she sought refuge one night by a building she thought was abandoned.  there was a system to her nightly camps by now;  find a shadowy corner to tuck into,  use the jacket as a blanket,  and stay vigilant in case of intruders.  that part wasn't hard with her light sleeping habits.  the spot cass chose that day was against a wall of moss,  the air nearby humid and earthy.  grass peaked from between broken concrete tiles.  she avoided laying on that part of the floor,  and when she laid down she swore she saw the moss crawl towards her.  trick of the light, maybe.  there was no time to worry about tricks.

       her eyes opened as soon as they closed,  or so she thought.  however long she was allowed to rest was unbeknownst to her.  what she did know was this;  a series of gruff grunts woke her up and it came from the entrance.  that was enough to have cass on her feet once more.  the girl grabbed at her few belongings and bundled them together before checking her surroundings.  it was dark,  oddly warm for a night in this town,  and silent.  

       no,  wait   —  not silent.  there was bristling against the walls  ...  something light and fragile.  the footsteps that approached were so quiet that they sounded just like that bristling until the figure drew closer.  cass had missed her opportunity to escape and so her next course of action was to hide.  she was taught to always choose fight over flight in times of distress,  but something in her chest told her it would not be smart to fight.  she held her breath.

       what peeked around the corner wasn't human.  the cracks of moonlight exposed green skin and poppy red hair.  she moved in a way that felt uncanny to cass,  flowy and delicate yet commanding in her movements.  her pitch was deeper than expected,  still feminine but low and endeared in a way she didn't yet recognize but would soon learn to.  the meaning to her words were a blur but they sounded pleasant together.  she could make out bits and pieces   —  ' hey,  what—  ',  '  doing?  ',  '  name?  '   —     but she wouldn't answer.  only stare.

       her eyes were adjusted to the dark enough to see how the woman's lips thinned in a way that indicated irritation.  her pointed ears reminded her of those little women with wings she had seen on toy packaging.  fay...  rees.  fayree.  fahree   —  her pondering was cut short by a pair of thin arms around her.  a waft of something floral immediately assaulted her senses.  it didn't smell bad by any means,  but it was strong and sudden and that was a combination cass had always hated.  she struggled to be released,  shockingly more bothered by the smell than being picked up by a stranger,  but was swiftly shushed by a wave of the hand.  a different flower's scent carried in the wind.

       on the way out,  cass noticed the pile of flora that wasn't there before.  she swore she saw a puddle of blood seeping out beneath it.  another look to the hair that tickled her face revealed that it was not poppy red anymore but a pale orange.  her curiosity let her to see that her freckled skin was now pale and much more human than she previously thought.  she reached a hand into ginger locks to feel for those pointy ears she once saw and found nothing out of the ordinary.  the woman said nothing to it,  only giving the little girl a comforting squeeze.

#urushiol #questions. #ic. #v: tbt #long post #aka the au where pam finds this kid before b.atman does #writes ivy as the sexy horror creature she deserves to be #i got away with not writing pams dialogue because cass cant understand her anyway #cuz this is CHILD cass #shniff shnorf im making up for all the shit youve writen me #urushiol tbt. #OH I DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS SORRY IF THERES MISTAKES

[btcher]

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ,                  just   another   thursday   night .           knees   crunch   on   the   loose   stone   which   had   cut   through   his   trousers   and   punctured   the   skin ,      everything   ached .       one   finger   particularly   hurt ,      much   to   his   displeasure   his   left   middle  finger   appeared   out  of  shape ,     definitely   broken .          he   waves   away   @moneyburned​‘s   offering   to   help   him   to   his   feet   with   a   swipe  of  his  arm ,     and  pushes   himself   to   stand   upon   throbbing   legs   with   a   headache  to   match .          ❝  you   okay ?     you   break   any  bones ?  ❞  

  ❝  funny   how   my   pride   don’t   get   the   same   concern .  ❞                            rubble   is   clapped   away   from   his   knees   with   his   good   arm ,                         ❝  nah ,    all   good .  ❞                            

#moneyburned #billy sir you are lying #v: tbt #injury tw

[wickedlehane]

@sunnydalescoobiies {robin wood} gets a surprise starter! ;)

"Faith- make me a deal, alright? We live through this, give me the chance to surprise you."

"-no, man. You don't get it, I probably just ate a bad slice of pizza or something. I don't get sick."

The words 'bad slice of pizza' were blasphemous even to Faith, though she was sure certain New York City snobs would have to agree some places were bad, before following up with a hoity-toity list of insider recommendations (that more often than not had one or two establishments that were actually a front for demonic activity, unbeknownst to the average city slickers). She'd picked up a lot of specific social cues since moving to Big Apple with Robin.

It had been a few weeks, maybe verging on a month ot two at least since Sunnydale went from an outie to an innie, and the Scoobies were scattered to the winds. Buffy and Dawn took a little bit of a break before heading towards the Cleveland Hellmouth. Giles found some cushy library somewhere. Willow opted to take some time with the Devon Coven across the pond. Angel was still holding down Los Angeles, and everyone did their best to warn each other of any impending apocalypses. New York had been Robin's idea, since he grew up there with his mom and then a watcher after Spike... Faith couldn't imagine being a slayer in the big city like that. At least this place didn't have a Hellmouth- just a hell of a lot of weirdos.

"I think your city's trying to kill me," Faith shrugged, grabbing a Gatorade from their apartment fridge and taking a swig. The place wasn't swank, but then again she wasn't picky. Roof over her head, walkable neighborhoods, takeout at any hour (especially after patrol). It wasn't Boston, but it wasn't half bad. She dropped heavily onto their couch and rubbed the side of her face with a groan. "I must've picked up a bug on the subway or something. I thought slayer healing was supposed to help this."

#sunnydalescoobiies #sunnydalescoobiies robin #sunnydalescoobiies robin wood #v: tbt #tw: pregnancy implied

[darknessxmuses]

❜Oh, I didn’t mean to bother you. If I had known you were busy I would have waited. ❜

The brunette wiped her hands on her dress, she was here to meet with someone. The purpose of the meeting was unclear but she knew that if she didn’t go her papa would be disappointed. She began to take a step towards the door, waiting to see if they were finished first.

#V: TBT #C: Belle #Open Starter #Disney Rp #Open Rp

[laviexenrose-a]

* . ⊹ @thisvastmultiverse x

The sound which had come from Hadley arrested Isabelle’s heartbeat for a moment. Her eyes widened at the instant understanding of Hadley’s words. It was the moment they had been awaiting. “I-I’ll bring some warm towels straight away. But first, you should lay down. Here, allow me to help you.” Reaching out her arm, Isabelle waited for her to take her hand. “Do you feel like you need to push?” 

#thisvastmultiverse #v: tbt #isabelle x hadley

[rxvonna-a]

Steve // @herosquandary

It really feels as though Steve will never get home. A few short errands, he said, yet here she is waiting at the kitchen table waiting for him to return, legs bouncing up and down nervously. Her coffee sits untouched in front of her, stone cold, and she's looking toward the door with her hands folded together.

She silently mouths words to herself, practicing exactly what she wants to say and how she wants to say it. Her own anxiety about the situation is pretty much sky high, but she doesn't want to just attack him or fly at him with her news the moment he walks in. She wants to be calm, ready to discuss everything rationally.

The practicing does no good, however. He has barely closed the door behind himself when she stands and walks quickly over to him with what can only be described as a panicked expression on her face. And without any ceremony whatsoever, no hesitation, and no regard for the fact that he's got his arms full of just purchased items, she blurts out what's been bothering her for a couple days now.

"I think I'm pregnant."

#herosquandary #v: tbt #pregnancy cw #pregnancy tw

[battlcbornterminated]

“ hey— look at me. you can talk to me. ” (for Alexander)

REDFIELD Sent in a Meme for // ALEXANDER WESKER //

Seconds from opening the front door to his home. Alex heard his phone chime. It sounded like the notification sound He used for His Fatheyr. Stopping, one hand pressed against the door knob, he fished out his cellphone from his back pocket. A grin forming on his lips. He had been begging his father to let him go with him to Africa. He knew the ins and outs of Wesker's business. So, it wasn't like going was going to reveal anything to the young man. But Albert never liked taking His son with him to any sort of business trip. His Safety was always number one, and nothing would change that.

But Alex thought for a moment that maybe his father was saying he could come along now, that they were through with the secret experiments. Alex didn't care if Excella was going to be there. She annoyed him, but he could deal with her traumatic ass, to be able to spend some time with Albert. Tapping the small envelope icon, he froze. It wasn't from His Father, it was from Umbrella. How? Why? They didn't know his number, or did they? But his eyes froze on the first sentence of the text message. In dark bold lettering, it read. ' WE NO LONGER NEED TO WORRY ABOUT WESKER! SEEMS CHRIS REDFIELD TOOK CARE OF THE PROBLEM FOR US. KILLED ALBERT IN AFRICA, WITH A ROCKET LAUNCHER!

The male was frozen to his spot, every muscle went numb. Breath became ragged, as the tears began to well up in his eyes. Burning and blurring his vision. His Father was DEAD!, & by the hands of Redfield! The one person Alex had suspected for awhile was his Mother. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, he felt like screaming and crying all at once. This was the way he found out about His Father, was by Umbrella, gloating in a text message. Hand fell away from the door knob. He could barely stand, his body was shaking from the cry that tried to come.

But it couldn't, it was like it was stuck. How could he walk inside that mansion right now, when it was fulll of memories. Hand raised, pressing against his chest, as he fell, body nearly crumbling to the ground. And it was like the blow, was enough to jar loose his flood of emotions. Tears streaked his face in hot streams. As he fought to breath through the raw emotions that rode him.

What was he going to do now? Where was he going to go? How was he going to live without his father? He wrapped both arms around his torso and began to rock slowly. Sitting on the steps of his home. Anger building with every breath filled tear. And that was when he heard him. Heard Chris's voice. Those tears turned into anger, as he flew up from the bottom step. Hand forming into fists at his side. His own eyes mirroring his fathers, as they glowed with that red flare.

" How dare you fucking talk to me, after you killed MY FATHER. "

ANGER, RAGE & REVENGE shone out of those red slitted eyes. He moved, blurring in and out of the others vision. Seconds later, he slammed his fist forward, connecting knuckles against Chris's jaw. And then spinning around faster then humanly possible, sending his other hand to clamp around the other male's throat. Slamming him back into the stone railing. The anger, the pain of loss, and everything else was to much for the male, causing him to loose grip on Redfield. And he fell to his knees, head bowed, and body convulsing with the rack of cries that over took him. He didn't have it in him to fight. Grief was to much to push aside right now.

" You killed my Dad, Why? " His voice was flat, but full of sorrow and pain. As he hugged his knees tightly into him, head buried into his legs.

#| INTERACTIONS | ♕ ▌ ▌ ALEXANDER WESKER #| ANSWERED ASK | ♕ ▌ ▌ ALEXANDER WESKER #xselfrighteous #v: tbt

[artistmarchalius]

Broppy Capture AU, where Branch didn’t confess after World Tour, but a love confession when all hope seems lost is just what they need to free themselves from Velvet and Veneer.

A version without text can be found under the cut.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls fanart #broppy #trolls Poppy #trolls branch #trolls au #trolls band together #tbt #trolls 3 #I was listening to Julie and the Phantoms in the car and had ✨thoughts✨ #someone’s probably already done this but here’s my spin/contribution #broppy capture au #where branch didn’t confess after World Tour and then they get captured by V&V #but when they don’t think they’re going to get another chance to do it they confess #via song obviously #which is Perfect Harmony from Julie and the Phantoms #and their duet breaks the diamond because they’re each other’s family #they’re in love your honor

[viijaya]

@ardenssolis​ replied ; ozy vc: are u a cat?

       ❝ I don’t understand . What is your reasoning for asking such question? ❞    

#ardenssolis #v: tbt #g.odj.una: 'I am not a cat.' #HE SAYS ALL THE MEANWHILE standing there- with his tail moving slowly and his 'ears' perked- #/TBH- If i were standing in front of him; my eyes would be zooming on his 'ears'

[wickedlehane]

@sunnydalescoobiies {Nikki and Robin} gets a starter

The books said pregnancy dreams could get wild, but Faith could tell (even in her unconscious state) when something was a little more on the psychic end of sleeping than not. The slayer's prophetic dreams didn't come often, but when they did, they were loud and clear. Lucid. More often than not, she felt herself living them and living through them -- the coma had been full of unconscious fears and frightened attempts to connect with or protect herself from Buffy.

But in this dream, she was walking through Central Park at night. The rolling green lawns were wet with midnight dew, and a nearby street lamp cast a glow that rivaled the moon. Beneath that was a woman she didn't recognize by look, but by the mystical tether that connected Faith to generations of other women she'd never speak to, but owed so much to.

"You're... Robin's mom, aren't you? Nikki..." The girl said as she approached. Usually when other Slayers appeared in her dreams, Faith was looking through their eyes, feeling their deaths. A warning, a premonition -- don't repeat this. Don't let their fault be your undoing. She even felt it when Buffy died the first time. Drowned. Bitten. Crushed, stabbed, cursed. Faith had lived a thousand lifetimes and yet, so few Slayers walked the path she was walking now, one of motherhood. But Nikki had once.

"You have a good son," she said, taking a seat on the bench near the lamp post. Faith's stomach had begun a gentle swell at four months. Their last trip to the doctor revealed they were having a daughter. Probably, if fate still had a sense of humor, a slayer. "...Am I wrong to be so scared?"

#sunnydalescoobiies #sunnydalescoobiies robin #sunnydalescoobiies nikki #v: tbt #tw: pregnancy #sunnydalescoobiies robin wood

[btcher]

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋   𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄                  in   a   life   of   rolling   turmoil   had   been   too   brief ,       a   cruel   taste   of   the   normal   he’s   heard   talk   of   taken   too   soon   as   if   a   long   running   joke .       and   now ,        billy’s   back   to   his   normal ;        what’s   the   point   in   suffering   any   less   than   he’s   used   to ?                

 “   why  put  yourself  through  that  ?  “                busted   lip   has   barely   healed   itself ,       the   tear   across   his   left   cheek   renewed   almost   every   week ,       both   numbed   his   skin   enough   to   no   longer   care ,      but   he   can   just   feel   the   flesh   rip   again   when   he   unleashes   a   laugh   that   bares   no   humour .       it’s   bitter ,      passing ,      something   to   shrug   off   @danviers​‘s   query   as   if   it   didn’t   even   matter .                               ❝  someone’s   gotta   do   it .  ❞     

random   dialogue   starters .                                

#danviers #did not expect this to be sad but #ooof #v: tbt