#I hope this is alright! lemme know if anything.

[lrdvyke]

there are words tripping across his tongue, stumbling before they can make it past the threshold of his mouth. wyll grew up in the gate, where the sun was gold enough to hold in cupped palms, where all that terrible business happened. and that's what he thinks of it as on days when he can't bear the burden seared along his skin, throbbing behind his stone eye. terrible business, like his life spiraling and all the blood on his hands was just some bad deal gone wrong. he’s not exactly wrong, is he? 

he’s here with a man who he doesn’t hesitate for a moment to call friend, all that compassion clogging his lungs, friends, he doesn’t have a lot of those, and he doesn’t mind it so much, having one more. there are words tangling around his tongue, words he wants to say dangling from his mouth like a fishing weight, just as sharp, just as poisonous, all that lead.

"it's been too long my friend," his arms spread, a bird with clipped wings, a forced shrug. "and as you can see, much has changed. how have you been?"

There is little in the way of recognition at first. A curious sight of a tiefling wandering the path, perhaps, but nothing for Vyke to truly dwell on ( nor even lift his eyes from the helmet in his hands, working out a dent that needs just a bit of a give to pop back out ). At the very least, that is until the man stopped close enough so that Vyke could get a better look at his features ... Realization dawns with a widening of pale eyes; shock is first to hold firm in his expression.

It is Wyll, surely, but the curved horns grown from his head and the marked change in the man keeps Vyke silent.

❛ Wyll— ❜ is all Vyke can say for the moment. It is like the man to ask after him when it is, quite possibly, the least important bit of news in this little reunion of theirs. Vyke shifts more towards him, his hands having lowered with the helmet, as he gives Wyll yet another once over as if the sight seemed more a trick than real. Of course Vyke knows him to be a warlock ... he just never would have thought it would end up with Wyll in such a state.

Questions that once never came to mind of pacts with fiends, now crawl forth and settle on his tongue.

❛ Much has changed, is quite the way to announce yourself, ❜ Vyke then says. Shock turns quickly into outright concern with a furrow of his silver brows. ❛ Worry not for me, I have fared well. But you ... ❜ A hand reaches out, the metal of his fingers brushes lightly against the man's forearm. ❛ Come, let us get you a drink. It seems you may need it more than most. ❜

@meetsorcery !

#meetsorcery #— ver. bg3 #lays face down and sobs about wyll for the next 10 years #but i hope this is alright!! #lemme know if i need to change anything tho <33 #vyke's just 'lmao me??? im fine. YOU THO?????'

[souldered]

“ steve , “ james's voice is tinted in a familial warmth , welcoming the man into his circle. accompanied by a curious lift of the brow , he tilts his head. “ are you looking for something , son ? “

＋﹒⟢﹒james's one-liner , for @stripesofbrooklyn !

#stripesofbrooklyn #＋﹒⟢﹒ic ; answered﹒james barnes #i hope this is alright ! lemme know if you want me to change anything !

[hellfollowed]

@dxsole // "You can't enhance this image? You see it all the time on TV. They hit a button, it enhances it." from Cygnus to Roman! Cyngus does not understand how digital things work

Roman stared for a long time. Just stared and blinked slowly in response. "Why are you the way that you are?" He murmured in question. A rhetorical one really and the only other thing he has to offer besides half-hearted assistance. "Yeah, never mind. I'm not helping you just because you said that."

#aw cygnus it's alright #I fuck up often with tech lol #i hope that this alright! lemme know if you need me to change anything! #(' queue is empty and all the demons are here ']

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @msftsn || iason & yinyue || starter call ]

─「银月」─  the ROVER waved her hand in the air, allowing the waves of the sounds to form into unique combination as the vibration echoed from her very being. aureate hues glowed dimly in the same rhythm of the MARK on the back of her right hand. partially gloved digits moved as though she was playing an invisible instrument, the melody was a SOUND that went unheard by those who cannot connect to the wavelength. like a sound of nature, recreated by the vessel of sound to replicate the lives and stories untold.

                a sound of footsteps caused her movement to come to an abrupt halt. the glowing soundwave dancing in the air faded slowly, but her hand was still hovering over the emptiness of what used to be. amber orbs landed on the other, hearing a distinctive sound coming from the other which piqued her INTEREST. " did i cause a sort of disturbance for you ? i apologize. "

#msftsn #.ignition #.[ yinyue | rover ] #[ slides this over to you #hERE YOU GO FAM #went with iason in the end bc i really like the idea of her sounds calming him ! #hOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT JUST LEMME KNOW IF YOU NEED ANYTHING CHANGED !! #i'll throw eden to richter later u vu aND BOTHER YOUR OTHER MUSES #I PROMISE TO SPAM YOU SO I WILL SOON #FOR NOW TAKE MY ROVER ]

[secondflame]

@cidolfvs liked for a starter.

There is hesitation to Clive's movements as he comes to stand in the doorway of their new makeshift base of operation.

A shuffle of feet here. An uneasy breath there. He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how to approach Cid when he is quiet like this. He doesn't think he's ever been in his presence for longer than a minute before the other chose to address him in some way, snark or no.

It's good to see him awake at least. After what happened Clive didn't think he would ever get a chance at seeing Cid on his feet again and his chest tightens at the thought of how close a call it had been. It's close to a miracle Cid made it through ar all.

Clive had all but dragged him out of the ruins, forcing a potion down his throat in hopes of it doing something to keep Cid breathing long enough to find proper help. He commanded Torgal to weave healing spell after healing spell, which likely amounted to nothing more than a bandaid on a gaping wound. Clive had called upon his Phoenix blessing too while praying to any deity that might be willing to listen, begging them to not take another companion from him, to not force him to bury another friend.

Hasn't he lost enough?

It was a selfish thought, he realizes now. They've all lost much and more, Cid perhaps most of all considering the hideout is no more. All he's worked for now amounting to little more than rubble and ashes and a handful of survivors.

"You look pale," Clive eventually offers, his voice sounding rough and small, yet still too loud for the heavy silence between them. The statement itself is undoubtedly not the most elegant way of breaking the ice either, but it'll have to do for now. At this point, he'll even take annoyance over silence. "How are you feeling?"

#cidolfvs #//here ya go. i set it in a verse where cid survives since I saw you make a post about it. hope thats alright #//i also only have post-timeskip icons for clive rn but I was thinking cid almost dying is closer to *just* having happened basically #//with some time to recover and regroup #//lemme know if I should change anything

[acrosol]

10:03am on september 13, 2022 @ mingze's dorm. // for @godhe4rt

when he finally opens the door for her, yua cannot stop her words from overflowing. "why did you not respond to any of my calls or my texts, mingze?" her voice is clear, far from frantic, and yet there is a slight hint of relief buried inbetween the words she speaks. "i was so, so worried." yua then adds somewhat hesitantly, the dark circles under her eyes only proving her words to be the truth.

matter of fact, she had barely slept the night after the dinner; for reasons she would rather not think too much about. partially, yua even blamed mingze's sudden disappearance on herself. of course she was very well aware of the events that had taken place ... what she was not at all aware of was how much mingze knew. or whether he even knew at all.

"you left so suddenly. you barely even said goodbye ... i know i was kind of busy with other things, but ... that was so unlike you. tell me, did anything happen?"

now that her thoughts have been verbalised, she cannot help but start to feel incredibly stupid. and guilty. guilty for purposely acting dumb and dancing around the obvious, guilty for trying to find out just how much mingze knows: to avoid being the bearer of bad news. to avoid the uncomfortable. to make life easier for herself.

yua soothes her own conscience by telling herself that the real reason why she is keeping something so vital to herself is because she wants to spare her close friend's feelings. she tells herself that she shouldn't poke her nose into other people's relationships. yes, that's why she isn't saying anything.

"so ... is there anything you want to talk about?"

#i hope this is alright TT lemme know if anything needs to be changed<3 #*+:｡.｡ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 — mingze&yua .

[divinitysheart]

Starter for @strifebound​

How long has it been since they’ve been able to explore a world by themselves? Far too long, and at least this time Aether had given her a warning that he was going off by himself to explore. Which meant that Lumine had more time to unwind and to be by herself, for although they hold their brother dear, sometimes small amounts of time apart is needed for them both.

They know they look out of place in this world, afterall someone of her appearance isn’t exactly common. This planet seemed rather normal so far based on what she’d been gathering, but they knew all too well that appearances, more often than not, can be deceiving when it comes to other worlds. For there was no such thing as truly normal, there had to be some sort of oddity around here.

Lumine hadn’t even been fully paying attention to the surrounding area to even realize there was someone there until she spots him right out of the corner of her eye. In which promptly causes them to turn towards the man with distrust very clearly residing in their eyes.

“ Are you looking for something? Or are you here on a job? Because I’d really prefer to not be in the presence of some random man I don’t even know, no offence. “

Maybe Lumine shouldn’t be so harsh and blunt with their words but, it’s pretty much a habit at this point when it comes to people who don’t outright say what they’re doing. Because who knows what kind of person he is? For all they know, this man could just be yet another person who couldn’t care less about life and wanted to destroy it. Not like it’d be a first for Lumine.

Or  maybe, he’d been someone who saw her and Aether crash into the ground and make a decently sized crater in the ground before they escaped without a trace. But honestly, that might have been worse then the first option, because she truly isn’t fond of people poke their noses into her business.

#strifebound #◇ viatrix ◇ lumine #( HIHI I hope this is alright!! lemme know if i should adjust anything!!! )

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

@banditborn {decided i'd go ahead and try to kick things off for us, so~...}

Although it wasn't exactly a quiet night in the bar, the crowd wasn't really an overly lively bunch either. Mostly just a few groups keeping to themselves at scattered tables, with the occasional burst of laughter here or there. Which wasn't exactly bad in Minato's opinion, but still… Given that the friends he came with left a few minutes prior, it kinda felt like maybe this was a good time to call it night for him as well. Even if he did still wanna drink a little more… Drinking alone was no fun, though.

Just as he was debating this, however… Gold hues looked up from scrolling on his phone after catching movement from the edge of his vision, only for his gaze to widen slightly in surprise at seeing the guy now standing near by. Damn he was tall-- Blinking away the surprise in his expression after a moment, though, he soon enough decided to take a little bit of initiative. He wasn't often one for company, but… What the hell, right?

"This seat's open, if you're looking for one." Attention might've been mostly returned to his phone as he said this, but having waited for the stranger to glance his way before speaking, hopefully this guy would catch the hint. Though, large ears still subtly perked in his direction where likely a hint enough of their own… Even if the almost lazy curl and flex of the blonde's tail seemed to hint at lacking interest instead.

#banditborn #{|ic|} #{|rp|} #{|cross over|} #{|alt canon: catboy au|} #{|ooc notes transition—|} #i hope this works alright~! but if there's anything you'd like me to tweak just lemme know in the IMs-- u w u #aslo for now i've written this as the default ver of this au-- #but if you'd be interested in having it for the a.b.o ver instead-- then just lemme know~ and i can keep that in mind to work in later~

[maidofgoldengrove]

˚*❋ ||  Starter for @fyredreamt  ˚*❋ || ​

Kat’s eyes were lost in thought, staring blankly at her reflection in the large looking-glass, letting the dressmaker shift and maneuver her at their whim. tugging at laces, adjusting buttons, pinning up hems. putting much care and attention into every detail. She wondered if this too, this shimmering gown of silvery white silk and lustrous pearls would be a waste of time, fabric and skilled workmanship.  Prince Aemond had survived so far. But since she’d arrived at court she had had hear rumors of...incidents. Close calls. Accidents occurring near him.  And there was yet another week until the wedding. Kat knew, from extended experience, that much could still happen in that time. Marriages could be lethal. Someone marrying outside of their family’s wishes, could be rejected for life, cast out, or worse. A young lady marrying dutifully, but dying as revenge, for the sake of an offence she had no part of. for A husband who desires a new bride to replace the wife he scorns, would have an ‘accident’ occur. A woman, dying as she brings her husbands child into the world. Yes, Kat had heard plenty stories of marriages that ha ended with tragedy, death, funerals and mourning.  But unless you cared for the tragic songs of brides-to-be ending their own life rather than marrying a man she did not love, Kat could truly not think of many tales of betrothals leading to death before the groom could even make it to the sept.  Apart from the four ones she’s personally lived through.  What kind of song may be written, she wonders, should the prince, the rider of Vhagar, be her fifth and last groom to die. and she be sent away to become the Stranger’s bride at last. It would be a sad song, so much she determines, but a gentle knock on her door pulls her from her reflections. And a maidservant opens the door after an affirming nod, allowing Helaena’s fair-haired person to step inside.  “My princess!” The solemn, far-off look in the green of her eyes vanishes swiftly, and there is a warm smile curling her lips. She waves the dressmaker back, stepping down from the stool she’d been positioned on to dip knees and neck in  a respectful greeting.  Katya’s first meeting with the princess had been brief, but there had been something inexplicable about her that instantly had made Kat feel much fondness for her, and there had been hope that she would get to grow closer to her in time. But opportunities had been few, since then. So it is with barely restrained delight that Helaena is met with now.

“It is such a pleasure to see you again, for what do I owe it?”  

#oops have a novel :'D #I hope it's alright. lemme know if i should alter anything or if u have any questions #v; a cursed bride for the one-eyed prince #fyredreamt

[voltagedoubler]

@flarefeu​ has liked here for a Team Flare Inventor Clemont starter.

“Oh, boss! What could I do for you?” Clemont questioned Lysandre with a hint of surprise and confusion, holding a blueprint that he just got finished with. It was an unexpected visit though.

#⚡⥽ i was told when i get older; all my fears would shrink / clemont ⥼ #⚡⥽ v; team flare inventor ⥼ #flarefeu #// i hope this is alright! #// if there's anything that needs to be changed; lemme know; alright?

[compassionatekiller]

@soulxfragments

Random Starter Call

Unohana stood in the training hall, practice sword in hand as she deftly ignored the stares and whispers her presence was receiving.  Normally she wouldn’t have bothered coming here; no one who trained in the common hall was capable of properly sparring with her, and none of the wounds that occurred on occasion were serious enough to warrant her personal attention.  However, the present situation demanded a change in her usual routines.

After all, a personal favor asked by the head of the Kuchiki clan himself was not one easily refused.

Apparently, today was one of the days he was meant to train Jezebel-san.  However, an...internal matter had transpired within the clan, and as the reigning head, he had little choice but to personally oversee the situation.  Even so, neglecting his obligation to his student was out of the question.  Thus, he had bitten the bullet and requested that Unohana attend in his stead.

Now, to be frank, Unohana was not sure that she would have chosen herself in his position.  Certainly, in terms of pure skill with a blade, she was still unmatched in all of Soul Society.  As a peerless swordswoman, she might seem the ideal swordsmanship instructor.  However, Byakuya’s blade-and thus, the blade he taught-was based on the foundation of Kendo.  Unohana’s was based on Kenjutsu.  They may have seemed similar to the untrained, but they had completely different philosophies shaping them.

Yet he had come to her, and she had agreed to his request.  He had not shared his reasoning, and he was under no obligation to do so.  Whatever questions she may have regarding his decision ultimately did not matter; all that did was to properly instruct his student in his stead until such a time that he could resume his duties personally.  One trait that Unohana and Byakuya shared was a tendency to take their duties extremely seriously, no matter what those duties happened to actually be.

Unohana was roused from her musings by the sound of the sliding doors opening, and she smiled slightly as she saw Jezebel-san being led by one of the Kuchiki clan servants.  She walked over to the pair, her soft and steady steps barely making a sound on the tatami mats she strode upon.  “Hello, Jezebel-san.  Have you been doing well?”

#soulxfragments #jezebel amaris wolfert #Unohana Retsu #unohana yachiru #benevolent predator #bleach #rp #bleach rp #random starter call #here ya go #hope this was alright #and as always #lemme know if i need to change anything

[privntca]

@falxsaint​ liked for a starter || okemia

❝ he’s not around if you’re looking to avoid him. ❞ okemia mused quietly, as to not startle the curse that she’d spotted. it seemed most creatures wanted to avoid their leader, curses were not exempt. it wasn’t the first time she’d seen her around, though it’d been some time since they’d lost geto to whatever, or moreso whoever now resided in his body.

❝ if you need something i could help. ❞

#// saint gets to meet the curse mom akjsdhad #// also i hope this is alright #// if i need to change anything lemme know! #( interactions ) / . #( muse ) / * okemia yung . #( verse three ) / * okemia yung . #falxsaint

[sanctiichor]

@angelwingeth​ liked for a starter! 

He should of expected that sort of answer from the young sorceress, the mask of cheer and youthful innocence to hide the underlying fear and trauma from her experience back in her home world. It doesn’t help that the source of that fear too lingers in this world but by the god the Warrior will do everything in his power to make sure the two never come to cross paths. 

Of course, he didn’t quite expect to be one of the few who would be privy to Rinoa’s tale, after all, the going ons of one’s home world was always a bit of a sacred and tricky subject to breech for some of their party. Many were quite the open books about it, some were not even with gentle coaxing. Rinoa seemed to have fit in the former of the two, the complete opposite of Squall who all but shut down any questions of his home world, not out of shame of course but because the young man was just private and that the Warrior could understand. 

Another tricky subject and one they are all privy and guilty of, is acknowledging ones inner feelings of their tales...acknowledging the trauma and the aftermath of such daunting adventures...even one as gallant as himself would find no peace in slumber as the horrors of his journey to restore the light would come back to haunt him, even now he can feel the scar of Marlilith’s blade beneath his cool armor plate...

Even so, he knows it isn’t good to keep these inner feelings bottled up for so long and he could see just how much it truly hurt and wounds Rinoa, for her smile didn’t reach her eyes and it worried him...but he also understands that this isn’t something that can be pushed and solved overnight. 

Should she wish to speak of it, he is more than willing to lend an ear. With that thought, the starlit knight offers a small sigh and gives a nod towards the young maiden, picking up his pace --

“ Of course, should we have the chance, a portal should open up and take us somewhere familiar. “ 

Granted, the world has changed since last he has been here but it was still familiar enough that he still knew his way around, so the tour shall commence.

#angelwingeth #i basically went for a reply to the ask you answered! #hope it's alright! #lemme know if you want me to change anything! <3 #and don't worry about matching length either #i just got many worms LMAO #:: main storyline :: ( threads ) #:: verse :: ( dissidia )

[sp1ed]

@phasmasum inquired : ❝ If you are going to threaten me with a knife, you might as well cut me a little. ❞ inbox prompt : random but heavy dialogue prompts. prompt status : accepting !

𝙃𝙀𝙍  𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎  𝙂𝘼𝙕𝙀  𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎𝙉'𝙏  𝘽𝙐𝘿𝙂𝙀    from  the  other's  masked  face  ,  knife  still  gripped  tightly  in  her  hand  just  short  of  grazing  skin .  the  knife  that  sat  just  inches  from  exposed  skin  had  been  a  move  made  strictly  as  a  warning  ―  mostly  one  to  warn  not  to  get  any  closer  than  already  established .  there  was  no  doubt  the  man  could  hold  himself  in  a  fight  ,  that  was  obvious  from  how  he  carried  himself  ,  if  she  could  avoid  a  more  physical  altercation  she  would .

❛  i  don't  believe  in  teasing  death .  ❜  it's  all  she  offers  in  response  after  a  few  moments  of  silence  ,  eyes  narrowing  slightly .

❛  if  i'm  going  to  cut  someone  it's  not  going  to  be  a  wound  they  recover  from .  ❜

#/ i hope this is alright ! #/ if i need to fix / change anything lemme know ! #【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ interactions. ❫ #【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ answered. ❫ #【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ unidentified verse. ❫ #phasmasum #【 … 】 ━━ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. : ❪ queued. ❫

[souldered]

jane adjusts her scarf to sit just below her chin as eyes glance over @raisedcold. countenance assumes a grin , voice lighting up a few tones higher than her normal : “ d'you recommend anything off this menu or is this your first time here too ? “

＋﹒⟢﹒jane's one-liner , for leo !

#＋﹒⟢﹒ic ; answered﹒jane smith #raisedcold #i hope this is alright ! lemme know if you want me to change anything !

[blxxditout]

: ̗̀➛ @ofurizen liked for a STARTER .

It could only be described as second nature. He'd seen through the bramble of thorns that the stranger had gotten caught between a few other devils. Bearing their weapons and their claws, approaching as he was without his familiars, the bird and the panther he'd caught only glimpses of previously. This mysterious figure, whom he'd only encountered recently, was strong. Strong enough to exist out on his own, or whomever else he traveled with. But automatically, he had climbed over the iron fence keeping him from intervening. Ah, who was he anyway?

He was nobody, as the other was nothing to him, but he didn't want to see him get hurt. He seemed to strongly disagree with that notion as he came rushing in, nearly tripping over himself as he propelled forward at the knights in shining armor of whom he'd never be. He'd seen these before too, although he wasn't a big fan. Armor was harder to pierce, not as easy to bend and break like the other lesser demons were. It didn't stop him from trying, or from slamming himself into the closest one to Shakespeare. His arm was sore, and a bruise was sure to form, but what did that matter?

Eyes and blades redirect themselves to him, it'd seem they'd have another victim to cut into. One runt after the other. How precious.

Sid flexes his hand, knuckles cracking as he forced his hands to become more than what his flesh would allow. Skin breaks as energy ripples up his arms, with thick plates sprouting over the nerves of his hands. Claws form over the tips of his fingers as he catches a sword aimed for his head. He drives the Angelo back, pushing hard as the blade scrapes along his palm. It always hurt to do this, but it would've hurt more if he had tanked the blow another way. Though the sudden change has caught their attention now. This mere human--, no... for a mere human could not do this.

A human could not bleed the blood of their blood, nor bear the markings of their kin. The red veins along the carapace was of human blood, but so clearly was that the hide of a devil. Sid kicks it back, releasing the sword just as the blood on his hand curdled to hardened crystals. He had a growl in his throat as he moved back, splaying his hands and glaring at anything that tried to come between him and the summoner. They're closing in, and it forces the plates to start growing further up his arm, tearing at his sleeves as they jut out at the forearms.

A pitiful attempt to activate a devil trigger, but he didn't have the proper means to do one. Not even if he wanted to save himself and V.

"Are you okay?", he asked, lifting his arms to try and form a better barrier between himself and the other.

#ofurizen #tw body horror #// hello ^_^ and thank you for liking the post #// i hope this is alright? if anything pls lemme know if you want me to add or change anything #🔪🩸『 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗠𝗘 ┊ threads 』 #⚔️『 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗫𝗜𝗟𝗘 ┊ dmc 』