#V; tbd

[lostxtosunlight]

@painofhumanity

It was way past curfew, and Yuki knew he was in trouble.

He could already feel the sting of his foster father's hand across his face. Could hear the shrill yell of his foster mother telling him what an insufferable brat he was. It made Yuki walk slow, though his eyes were cast downward, and it was cold out. He hiked the bag higher on his shoulder and wouldn't admit that he was curling in on himself.

Yeah, they were horrible. But at least it was a roof over his head.

He'd accepted the fact that in sixteen years he'd stopped growing at a whopping five-foot-seven, that he was skinny and not at all threatening, despite his temper. But he knew that he was still no match for whatever was on the street...unless he absolutely had to be.

A strong gust of wind blew through the alley, pushing him into a man--a boy--that was tall and lanky, but just as skinny. Not bad looking, either. He had brown hair and brown eyes and Yuki hit a big brick wall when he extended out his power. When someone was dangerous, Yuki could usually feel it long before they ever opened their mouth. This guy was different--it just felt blank.

"Sorry," he said, but he didn't continue walking, curious despite himself. Strange...he smelled like earth and dirt and pennies.

Pennies...Yuki's gaze was drawn downward, and his eyes widened.

"You're bleeding!"

#painofhumanity #v; tbd

[magaprima]

Continued from here @vyrulent

Lilith's flash of a smile was tight as she looked at the hellspawn, barely containing what was an inevitable and undeniable displeasure. But she had hidden far worse and far more dangerous things from the Dark Lord himself; his offspring was little challenge in comparison.

"No," she said with a simple breathlessness. "I'm not."

She elaborated no further as she looked about the room, taking in not only Damien himself, but his environment, the...general aura of everything around him. Dropping herself into a nearby chair, she allowed her legs to drape over the arm, crossed at the ankle, as she looked at him with a lazy confidence.

"But my being here does involve him, yes," she agreed, deliberately revealing as little as possible. "And, more importantly, it involves you."

#oh the amount of lucifer offspring lilith has had to deal with. she's going to develop a complex haha #v; tbd #vyrulent

[atimelesslullaby]

Warmth was in the air.

It was a feeling she hadn't felt through natural cause in some time. The snow had melted, the grass was green. Trees were beginning to show leaves again, and flowers were beginning to bloom. The woman was in the fields today, sure, the environment could take care of the flowers out here. But wouldn't it be more fun to help things along a bit?

Zelda's watering can was the same shade of violet as her dress, regal. Where the water poured out, was in the shape of a heart.

It must have been strange, t see a princess out in the wilds like this with no guard. But with her incredible magical power, Zelda hardly needed any. There was a song in the air, her beautiful, operatic voice ringing through the fields as she watered a patch of flowers. Tulips, they were, having just opened this morning. Wasn't that exciting?

Upon hearing footsteps, her song comes to an end. Regaining proper posture, rather than bending down to water the flowers, Zelda turns to her guest.

"Oh, good afternoon."

A bow of the head, as show of respect.

"I must confess, I have been keeping an eye on these tulips since they were only bulbs. Watching a seed grow into a beautiful flower feels like its own magic."

Holding her watering can in both hands in front of her, even Zelda's smile exhibited grace, as did the way her hair, and dress moved in the gentle wind.

"How could anyone stay inside on a day like this? The sky is so blue, and the clouds look like pillows."

#An Outing With Zelda ; Open #v; tbd

[therapardalis]

[Winter Meme from @reverdies Vicar Hughes.]

♬ — [sender] sings a Christmas carol at [receiver]’s door. ------------

The White Swan, Ashworth, Northumbria ... early evening ...

"Complimentary?" Thera smiled at the innkeeper as he stood by her table, notebook and pencil in hand, "To be honest I was tempted already, but that makes up my mind! What's the recipe for this one, brandy or rum ..."

The last word trailed away as if pulled off course, her gaze likewise turning toward the front windows and voices beginning up outside..

"O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant ..."

"Ah," The innkeeper grunted, not looking upset but perhaps not entirely pleased, "that'd be the Vicar and his flock. They're at it every other night or so. And," Back to the business at hand, "Tis rum, Miss."

"Oh, splendid!" She gave a nod, "I'll have a serve of that, then, please. And ..." A pause, and pulling a bit of a face as the singing seemed to hit its stride, "I suppose it's only polite to go give them a listen, hm?"

#Reverdies #;Barnaby Hughes #Historical AU #v; tbd

[shinrascomputer]

@emily-lotus sent / “The first thing you learn is that nothing is what it seems.”

{Sentence Starters} | Accepting

Lucas looked over, tilting his head a little. Emily... Perhaps it was because she worked so often with the SOLIDERs that he so admired that he didn't know what to say half the time, but he mulled over her words for a moment, pursing his lips.

"... Nothing is ever what you think it's going to be." He agreed, his words coming out slowly. "I... Know that was something I didn't learn right away, either. I had to learn that the hard way." About quite a few things, he noted silently, but he didn't say it out loud. "I wish someone would have told us all that when we were younger. But... Well, I know I wouldn't have listened to it." He admitted.

#emilylotus #v; tbd

[delxsive]

@graveyard-ripper

a knock reverberates through the pristine room, lined with bookshelves and dark wood furnishings. most have commented that they find the decor dark and discomfitting, though when it comes to aesthetics, it fits the doctor faultlessly. dark hues glance upward from the papers neatly scattered across a mahogany surface, the pen held between nimble digits discarded atop parchment. ❝ come in. ❞ she chimes, hands crossing atop the desk as her posture straightens. behind closed doors, exhaustion begins to settle into the scholar's limbs from accepting a multitude of responsibilities ( teaching happens to be just one, though when you are as sought out as ivory grimes seems to be in her field, being a people pleaser begins to take a toll. ) nevertheless, any fatigue is wiped away from porcelain features, and dark eyes narrow only slightly at the woman who emerges from behind the door.

a gentle sigh threatens to push past her lips, because ivory grimes already KNOWS why the rucker girl is here. she has made a habit already of challenging the assignment marks appointed to her ( many of which, in ivory's perspective, were lenient. ) one hand gestures to the seat in front of her, any loose papers quickly swept into a pile with a harsh tap atop the surface. ❝ have a seat, miss rucker. ❞ the scholar states dryly, though that eidetic memory prevails.

it is always tricky for ivory grimes to prove her authority with mature students, especially given her age in comparison to the other educators ( though she often manages to do so under the guise of seeming threatening. ) the doctor licks her lips, full attention settling upon the rather irksome woman. the professor had, of course, noticed that icy glare upon handing back the most recent quiz ( the back of which had a rather lengthy essay question . . . though ivory had deemed it more than fair. ) ❝ and to what do i owe the pleasure ? ❞

#graveyard ripper #v; tbd

[nanlanmoarchived]

The redhead shifts on the other's lap, a deep inhale revealing how dangerously close to asleep she is as their fingers draw through her hair in lazy strokes. She hums a soft laugh, nuzzling a little against the top of their thigh while she tucks her arms up against herself beneath the throw blanket she'd stolen from the back of the couch. "You keep doin' that and we're not gonna get anythin' done today." She muses, voice honeyed with sleep, "Which isn't the worst thing in the world I suppose." It's not often Jessica finds herself comfortable enough with someone that she lets herself doze, but here? For once the walls are dropped and instead she's simply cozy and peaceful.

#v; tbd #open #she is *craving* softness rn

[indomitus-ferox]

“Wise idea.”

Besides, talking to Nor Fel would be the boring part of their day. If anything, she was most looking forward to travelling along the Forgotten Highway at high speeds with the wind in her hair and the roaring and shaking of her Warthog to remind her that she was alive. It would be interesting to see Church’s reaction not only to the high speeds she was capable of reaching, but also, the highway itself.

It was sad, but in a melancholic, poetic way. A reminder that not everything on Venezia was as built up as New Tyne, perhaps never would be.

“I shouldn’t be long, anyway. I just have an outstanding payment to make and I’ve gotta pick up my Ninja.” The sleek sports bike still needed some fine-tuning, and if she needed to go out into New Tyne while working on her bike and things for Nor at the same time, she tended to leave the vehicle under the Skirmisher’s watchful gaze. She knew the Kig-Yar wouldn’t steal her bike — wasn’t in the old bird’s interest — and that Nor valued her enough to ensure nobody else stole it.

Her Ninja was a valuable commodity, if only because it was a working vehicle in good nick — much like her Warthog — and that wasn’t always easy to come by. It could make a decent ride for a hopeful... or a fuckton of credits.

@thestupidmeanone || thread shuffle

#⋙thermal lance #V; tbd #thestupidmeanone #when the wolves all cry « IC » #((this doesnt remember my tags skjdghkjhdg #aND i have to change to the different quotation marks bc the unfunky ones annoy me so much #but otherwise it's not bad))

[fragmcntdstars]

muse aesthetics: james buchanan "bucky" barnes

#v; tbd #aesthetics: bucky b. #тнαωє∂ νєтєяαи // bucky barnes

[lostxtosunlight]

@lee-sol

Yuki wasn't the most popular kid by any means, nor the least. He existed in High School Limbo, where most people simply left him alone. Sure, he had a few friends, if you could call them that, but all the superficial high school bullshit never really appealed to him. He had real problems, and constantly feeling the pain and heartache over nothing made him want to keep to himself.

Besides, everyone got weird when tragedy was involved.

There was another guy, Sol Lee, who was rumored to have suffered a similar tragedy to Yuki. Isn't it so sad, people said. I can't even imagine. But for other people, once a few weeks had passed, they were over it. For those of them who dealt with it daily, it was never over.

Yuki was busy trying to block out Jessica Hartwood's soul-crushing angst of breaking up with her boyfriend when he ran into someone, scattering their books and backpack on the floor.

"Shit," he said. When he glanced up, he recognized the other boy. Sol Lee. Yuki knelt down to start picking up the books and pens that had dropped out of his bag. "I'm really sorry."

#( let me know if this is okay! ) #lee-sol #v; tbd #queue.

[brooklyneroe]

@pinfield liked for a starter

Weird things had been happening lately to her, and her family and she didn't know why. Sure she believed in ghosts, but she never thought one would be trying to go after her. She had wide eyes, staring at the floor. She could hear slight snarling and growling behind her, and it was after the fact that she reached out to the ghostbusters. She slowly turned her head to try and glance at it.

"What is that..?" she whimpered, flickering her gaze to the man beside her.

#pinfield #V; tbd #closed interaction

[battle-scars]

Starter for @vormundwolff​

“You’re a new face. Derek know you’re here?”

#vormunwolff #v; tbd

[pctentialbreakupsong]

( @velvetnviolentviolets/@imthehottwin | @godccmplex )

It wasn't normal for them to host. If their dinner plans were with someone, it was usually with her brother and Rachel. Or the plan had been to go "bother" Katherine about taking actual control of her heart stuff. She hadn't been there for all of it, but she had been there for the more recent stuff -- mostly there to poke and prod the woman into maybe doing what Kass had been trying to get her to do for...a long time. In between that, her internship, and helping out her brother when he needed an extra set of hands at the bar or with baby sitting -- she was surprised she hadn't pulled her hair out or had her own health issues because of it. She knew how exhausting it was for her husband -- so when she heard about this guy, she sighed a breath of relief for both of them.

Because maybe it meant that she would actually do something.

She rushed home and did everything -- showered, curled her hair, put makeup on, get dressed. She knew how important this night was -- for both of them. She padded out of their room -- her scrubs gone and now in a simple pair of jeans with a half tucked in band tee and into the kitchen to find Kass. A soft sigh fell past her lips, reaching into the drawer where she kept the hand cream for moments like these. She set it on the counter -- washed her own hands and dried them off before gently applying some of the cream to his hands and gently rubbing it in to his extremely over washed ones. "Everything's going to be fine." Almost as if it were on cue, she heard the knock at the door. She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before padding to the front door. She took in her own deep breath and put on her warmest smile as she opened the door. Viv bit back any initial comments that threatened to spill past her lips and she cleared her throat, opening the door and gesturing for them to come in. "Come on in. Be careful of the cats. Big black one is Soup, orange is Salad, and the one with the missing eye is Breadsticks," she looked at them with another smile, "And I'm Viv. Shoes off. Make yourself comfortable."

#v; tbd #c; viv #velvetnviolentviolets #imthehottwin #godccmplex #hullo~ #tagging everyone just so everyone has it~ #also sorry it's long #<3

[therapardalis]

[Starter for @luminescenc1e.]

It was far. Too. Bloody. Early. And these chambers far too bloody cold for the borrowed finery in which she was dressed. The Cardinal’s servants came in each morning to raise the fire, but the meeting was far earlier than that and the night’s chill remained. None of which was any fault of the person currently arriving, but that wasn't going to protect them from the grumble of her tone.

A Musketeer, most likely. Or some other poor soul with a sword roped into this scheme, much as she had been. It was also apparently going to be just the one, and she wasn’t sure if she should greet that with doubt or disbelief - although as she turned to look, disbelief took on another tone. Of all the men in the Garrison who might have been chosen to find her in this predicament ... was this happenstance, she wondered, or did the Cardinal know they'd met before? Thera took a breath, erred on the side of caution just in case.

"Good morning. My name is Therese Landsend ...” Richelieu shot her a look and she sighed. “Currently under the guise of Alisanne Orleans.”

The Cardinal cleared his throat; “The real Madame Orleans is about to undertake a journey as part of our ... negotiations toward Spain. Unfortunately, there are elements who mean to prevent it. You two,” He nodded toward the pair of them, “are to travel as decoys. Simple enough?”

#Luminescenc1e #Historical AU #Musketeers AU #v; tbd #//Here we go! :)

[escortingsecrets]

Starter for @whitexdove

He hadn't thought that out of everyone to ask for him, that the vice-president of Shinra would be the one to do it. Shivan didn't know whether he should laugh at the absurdity of it, cry at the price being offered to him, or just silently agree before someone changed their mind.

"So... Let me get this straight. I go to this little... Event, your father is throwing, say I'm your boyfriend, and then you pay me and I go on my merry little way?" He repeated, staring at the blonde.

Hazel eyes drifted from the blue ones staring at him back to the numbers in front of him. The pay he was being offered. It could cover his rent for the next few years at least. He let out a deep breath. "I can't." He said, setting the cheque in front of Rufus. "Not for this much- There's no way I'm worth that much just for one night, no matter how big an event." He shook his head. "Half of this is more than acceptable for me."

#whitexdove #v; tbd #Shivan selling himself short

[delxsive]

@graveyard-ripper

ivory grimes has never been hyperfocused on her appearance, or rather, not until she saw the way misty rucker looked at her in the dim lighting of the mausoleum. since then, her professional attire turned a touch more revealing in the culmination that she wants those eyes to stay on her. misty rucker has seen the scholar dressed for interviews, for meetings and conferences alike . . . perhaps this is why, tonight, she panics. isn't the point of a first date to show another side of yourself ?

the brunette steps out into slightly chilled air, and the only thing familiar about that usually flawless attire is the dark converse sneakers from their first intimate evening. light-washed levis cover pale legs, the rip across one knee somehow still contrasting harshly by the peeking of pale skin. the iron maiden shirt tucked into her waistband is a little oversized, though it is hard to realize through the spirals of umber waves that fall across her shoulders. she locks the door and scampers down the steps, rounding her 'date's' car and tugging open the passenger's door.

 ❝ hey . . .  ❞ the stoic professionalism often used to greet the older woman in the walls of her classroom falls to the wayside, there is something casual about the brunette's demeanour outside her work. out here, she is not professor grimes, though separating herself from the title that she sports behind office doors in the presence of her student is tricky. she licks her lips, dark hues taking in the sight of her partner in crime. . . nice wait.

❝ oh . . . i'm - should i change ? ❞ how the roles have reversed.

#graveyard-ripper #v; tbd