#v;; tba

[likeacharacterinamusical]

@missysrehabilitation

At the time, having a biometric scanner attached to the Vault's lock had seemed a good idea, until the now-blonde Doctor realized that she'd forgotten to add a chronolock just in case some future version decided to pay a visit.

Having finished updating the software, she waved a hand over the lock, taking the brief moment while she waited for the door to open to steel her nerves.

"I've brought a picnic!" the Doctor announced. She smiled broadly. "Some spaghetti, some wine, some sugar mice--and probably more that I've forgotten about!"

#missysrehabilitation #v;; tba #ch. whittaker!doctor

[jewishjanetandco]

@thedoctornumber11 // chanukah starter call!

Standing with her hands clasped behind her back, Missy pouted at the Doctor. "You willnae accept no murders as your present? Nae even if I'm extra nice about it?"

#thedoctornumber11 #v;; tba #ch. missy #i have a cold so. brain Bad

[figurecollection]

Teto Kasane Nendoroid by Good Smile Company, of Synthesizer V

#teto kasane #nendoroid #gsc #good smile company #action #Synthesizer V #synth v #kasane teto #vocaloid #anime figure #anime figures #anime #figure #figures #figurine #figurines #date tba

[delxsive]

@graveyard-ripper

it is no longer uncommon for the princess to venture into the kitchen, especially in the late hours of the night. though the hushed voices should set off warning signs in the geniuses overactive subconscious, the docile, familiar tone ( from one of the few people she trusts ) ensures her safety. a habit that has become like clockwork, the royal rounds the foot of the staircase into the warm, surprisingly empty kitchen to be met with an unfamiliar ( yet familiar ) face, mimicking the features of the woman opposite the table.

❝ mary anne. ❞ the royal greets, chestnut brown hair falling in subtle waves over her shoulders, scattered with the remnants of a few small braids. the princess does not wear her nightclothes, as she no longer bothers to feign a guise of sleep. instead, an austere, slightly off-white garment hugs her silhouette until it reaches the floor. those warm, doe eyes are wider than usual, stunned by the absolute beauty of the rugged woman that captures her gaze. it is rude to stare, the princess can hear her mother in the back of her mind, though she can not bring herself to look away. ❝ you. . . have a visitor. i apologize for my intrusion. ❞ ivory grimes knows each person permitted within her castle by name, and this is not one of them.

#graveyard-ripper #v; tba

[vuulpecula]

✖ @tapalslegacy starter.

"Filth," the cloaked man spat. Leaving flecks of blood on the white of the Grand Inquisitor's uniform. This was his town, everyone within it, they belonged to him. "You are nothing but the Empire's dog," he growled, their sabers meeting again in an earth-shattering blow. "They should have culled you with all the others." He sprang backward, putting distance between him and his formidable opponent.

Movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and he turned his scarred face slowly in the direction of it. Watching as the Grand Inquisitor's companion helped usher people inside. A mother and a child. The fool haded them her blaster and he grinned. The wind whipped at her hair, pulling the strands in the same way he pulled on the Force. Using it to aid him as he sprang away in the direction of Fox. He might not be able to neutralize his attacker, but he could at least take a life from him. He had tried at the beginning, going for the weaker of the two, but the Grand Inquisitor had met him swiftly blade for blade and his focus had shifted.

Fox, doing her best to keep the innocent town's people from ending up in the crossfire, paused to gather her breath. They should have all been safe now, safe from the Jedi who had held them captive, had controlled them--and she had thought the Empire was bad. She had faith that Cal could handle himself, that he would be able to disbatch their target quickly--it was why her focus was elsewhere.

Turning at the buzz of a saber, she reacted on instinct, ducking and rolling as the Jedi swung his saber in a move that was surely meant to take her head. She scrambled up, grabbing for a secondary gun at her ankle, trying to get closer to the protection the Grand Inquisitor could offer. There was a pull at her ankle, a sensation like a hand wrapping around the bone, forcefully pulling until she was falling, mouth full of dirt. Then the dragging as their target began to howl.

"Cal!" She never called him by his name, although she knew it. This was perhaps the first--and the last-- time it would ever surface on her lips.

#tapalslegacy #x | v. tba. #blood tw #violence tw #[ lmk if i need to change the set up at all! ]

[oktaviaslabyrinth]

Khenarthi's Roost // The Elder Scrolls V: Beyond Skyrim - Elsweyr (TBA)

#the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls V: skyrim #the elder scrolls mods #beyond skyrim #beyond skyrim elsweyr #khenarthi's roost #elsweyr #PC #indie #game #instrumental #TBA #oktaviaslabyrinth

[klept0kid]

#finally got around to playing again #and naming this fella!! #meet... #oc: fiver #last name still tba lmao sorry #also still learning about lighting and photomode #here he is in johnny's clothes anyway #cyberpunk photomode #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk v

[labwebs]

@inhcritance liked for an insom!pete starter

For once in his life, Peter had managed to be early. Already sitting in his and Harry's (and MJ's, when she came here too) usual booth at Joe's Pizza, the usual order put in, and two glasses of each of their respective soda of choice sitting on coasters on the table. He'd even managed to have enough forethought to warn Miles that he was going to be unavailable for an hour or two while he hung out with his best friend now that he was back. True, if there was a real emergency he'd find an excuse to bow out early, but he was just so excited to finally have Harry back.

Engrossed in something on his phone he didn't notice that Harry had walked in until he sat across from him at the booth. "Oh! Hey, sorry- I was just asking MJ what she wanted me to make tonight if we've both got time to have dinner at her place. They're already cooking our pizza, though."

#inhcritance #v: greater together #[insom!peter tag tba] #sm2 spoilers #maybe??? idk

[aamaranthiine]

Like a shadow on the sea, a figure slipped around patches of dappling sunlight peeking through the canopy of trees. Brief flashes of white that could be the sun reflecting or the leaves shifting to rearrange the shadows that flit across the earth. Delicate movements that did not disturb so much as a twig or leave imprints in soft, loamy soil. With nothing to mark it's passing, it is easy to dismiss the creature as pure imagination, even for the glimpse of a leonine tail or the loft of a dainty head.

The warbling of birds is gossip to keen ears, their chirping voices forming words that only she could comprehend. Something dangerous had taken place. There were glimpses of men in the area. Blood had been spilled. Voices rising and falling as the birds took flight to their nests, many quickly forgetting the discord often trailing the heels of mankind in favor of plump insects to hunt or to tend the needs of flightless young. A wiser beast would turn heel and follow the birds away.

She did not.

It is like having an eternal pose lodged in one's breast, a needle that incessently points and then tugs and tugs her in that direction. A compulsion sown deep into her marrow ever since consuming the Fruit years past. Too many times the instinct had almost been her demise; the poignant weakness to be drawn to the innocent, the young, the pure of heart. Even moreso when they were wounded.

It is a curse.

And yet she obeys it each time. Damned, she is certain, to one day be undone by the soul deep coercion.

The unicorn, one of the oldest myths and dreams of men from around the world, treads forward with a wariness that ensures she is all but invisible. So white she is almost golden, blending in with the sun and the shade simultaneously. Slowly closing the distance to where whoever lay hurt and dreading each and every step that it may be another ambush.

A wiser beast would turn and run.

And she does not.

for @seaoftales / young mihawk

#☪v: seafoam dreams #t: tba #seaoftales #☪take me with you [que] #i rolled a dice to see who she meets first #hope this works! #i wanted to leave it pretty ambiguous for you to work with

[likeacharacterinamusical]

@sclfmastery // 12 starter call

"I lost my cat, somewhere," the Doctor says, kneeling in the grass with his hands held aloft, an empty leash wrapped around one palm. "She's rather skittish--I've started taking her for walks as I thought it'd be good for us both."

#sclfmastery #v;; tba #ch. capaldi!doctor

[jewishjanetandco]

The Mistress reclines with her feet on a large, rather lumpy carrier bag, deliberating ignoring the muffled shouts coming from within it, her attention focused on a Gallifreyan book. "Whatever you need," she starts, not deigning to glance over her shoulder, "I'm sure it can wait 'til I've finished this chapter."

#open;; #v;; tba #ch. missy #ch. the monk

[vendettavalor]

@tacticalvalor said: “ why do you trust me? ” -> from a pre-ship luna to tanner, we are so back babey (for a thread, mayhaps)

⚔️ Memes for That Specific Brand of Ship // CLOSED ⚔️

The question should surprise Tanner. If he were any normal person, surely it would. Then again, if he were a normal person this situation wouldn't be happen. Luna Youngman, former employee of the New York District Attorney's Office and head of the local community crime watch program, wouldn't be sitting here in a dark basement loosely tied to a chair and with 4 grams of midazolam currently being chased out of her system by pure adrenaline. Nothing about this situation was normal, least of all Tanner.

All the same, the young man straightens up with a proud smile, chirping as he adjusts his tie.

"As I said before, Luna--" her name is punctuated with a cadence that borders on sweet, almost adoring. "I'm very impressed by your work. Humble as you are, your skills are well-honed and you are a very driven and determined young woman. You saw that your employers weren't taking the grievances you were putting forth seriously, and so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You set up your own dedicated crime watch program and took it upon yourself to painstakingly sift through each and every report yourself, finding evidence and submitting reports you felt were serious and needed further review in spite of the fact that it wasn't getting you anywhere with your main objective. Even still, you persevered. You believe in what you're doing with such passion."

He speaks so candidly, almost reminiscing on the fact that he's been watching her every move. Like jumping in front of her cameras and breaking into her home and watching her scroll through pages upon pages of reports was some memory rich with nostalgia for him to look back upon and not a terrifying experience for her to live through. He looks as though he might melt, his cheeks rosy and squished by a wide, toothy grin. Then, his attention snaps back to her.

"It's disheartening to see all that dedication, that spirit, going to waste. All that effort you put in being neglected. So, I've decided to reward you. After all this time, you've worked so hard." He waves the folder filled with papers around briefly, before tossing it forward onto the table before her. "I know from watching you for so long that you're capable of handling this information. Even with your little bleeding heart! You've spent so long searching for the Blueblood Killer, and now, you can finally find him. With this!"

#// LET'S FUCKIGN GOOOOOOO J.AY'S BACK! #// look at this fuckin dude- #ask : is this what you wanted #closed starter : now i escape to a world here with you #mutual : all of my best friends #tacticalvalor #( cm : tanner grayton the doctor ) #( v : tba )

[delxsive]

@graveyard-ripper

the stairs to the kitchen are not as foreign to the princess as they should be, though it is rare for the royal family to step foot in the kitchen. as darkness falls, the atmosphere often brings a sense of peril for the young genius, and the nights she finds rest are few and far between. an overactive mind races with intractable musings, so she forces forward others satisfactory in overtaking them. that is where the inquiry stems from, and with a guard on her heels down the chilly staircase, it is the only thing keeping the brunette grounded.

satin sleep attire falls elegantly to the floor around a slender frame, dark hair falling in waves over the emerald green. sometimes the fabric makes her feel suffocated, though others it makes her feel shielded. when the princess enters the kitchen, wide, doe eyes void of sleep, a quiet settles amongst the staff. that timid though somehow elegant voice echoes, and despite how it is laced with poise, it is not a voice akin to her mother’s ; ivory's tone is not known for striking fear or instant compliance, though something about the sound makes even the most stubborn lend their ear. ❝ good evening. ❞ it's night now, ivory. ❝ might i inquire as to who was responsible for dessert this evening ? ❞

#graveyard-ripper #v; tba

[vuulpecula]

✖ @rickgrimesdoingrickthings cont.

Lounging sideways in what was practically a throne, Fox observed the rings adorning her fingers as if Rick arriving was part of an everyday occurrence. Barely looking his way for more than a moment. Relaxed to the point she almost appeared bored. “Mm, yes, you are a killer. I see.” Not that she looked, adjusting a diamond around her index finger. She smiled as it glinted.

With a stretch, her arms and a leg stretching out, Fox sighed. Her foot came near to a walker chained to the wall behind the throne, the deceased reached for it, snapping hungrily. She turned her body, resting her elbows on her knees to get a better look at him. The CRM had stepped up the game if she compared him to the last guy unfortunate enough to come through. “There may be no point, but it would be fun, yes?” Her teeth were exposed to him as she grinned, canines sharpened to points. He had guns, but she didn’t need them.

“They did not tell you what happened to the one that came before you, did they? Only that you need lots of men and lots of guns and lots of…” She waved her hand around, searching for a word that would describe him. “Attitude?” She understood her compound was a valuable resource. They had an endless supply of fresh water when those around them could not count on the same. Her people kept the facility up, generating energy with handmade inventions to keep the plant running. It would not be surprising to her if he didn’t find her funny, he didn’t look like he appreciated jokes.

“I am sitting here, is that not cooperating? Speak your peace, dog of the republic, I want to hear if they have changed their spiel.” There was a second in command, far from there by now, with a majority of her people. Those that had remained behind had volunteered to defend their walls. His company was too large for them to defend themselves, she had chosen to send them away, save them at least for now from whatever fist the CRM was bringing down upon them. Take as much ammo as possible to keep it out of the hands of the army. What were their weapons without their bullets? Not all realized that a gun could still be used even when it was empty. Her people did.

“Go on, tell me your demands before I decide I want to do, as you say, resist.”

#rickgrimesdoingrickthings #x | v. tba. #[ kinda obsessed with her bone throne and fingers covered in rings ]

[oktaviaslabyrinth]

Crystallized Moonlight // The Elder Scrolls V: Beyond Skyrim - Elsweyr (TBA)

#the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls V: skyrim #the elder scrolls mods #beyond skyrim #beyond skyrim elsweyr #crystallized moonlight #elsweyr #PC #indie #game #instrumental #TBA #oktaviaslabyrinth

[kingscyrus]

@maljefe “… I think you can fit.”

After speaking, there was a slight pause, as he couldn't help but think of something else. "Could you clarify where you think I fit?" the king inquired. Giving a few sets of blinks as he awaited her answer.

#mydirtymindlol #maljefe #v. tba