#Verse: TBT

[strykingshot]

I'm awake and first thing I'm doing is finally writing out this damn AU verse I have! This is probably gonna be a long one so I'm gonna put it under the cut!

In this AU I'm going with my headcanon that Leviathan what the eikon associated with the Crystalline Dominion. In this AU, the Crystalline Dominion is called the Principality of Cordelia. Like in my headcanon, the dominant of Leviathan was tricked into leaving the safety of their territory and murdered along with most of their family. The only survivor was a bastard child that only a select few of the royal family's personal guard knew about. These same guards then kept the last heir to Leviathan basically protected 24/7 and forbidden from leaving the city.

With the advantage of being an island nation, focus was put into strengthening their naval forces. By the time of XVI's setting, the Principality is well known for its unopposed power over the sea. The most famous of which is the elite force known as The Stormbringers which is lead by the current crown princess.

The principality is also infamously known for its treatment of bearers. All bearers who serve the Cordelian military for a set amount of years are considered free citizens of Cordelia once their service has completed. Due to this, many bearers attempt to flee to the principality to earn their freedom.

Due to its position between multiple borders, Cordelia has strived to maintain peaceful relationships between the nations, becoming a central hub for trading between the nations. Because of this, the other nations avoid conflict with Cordelia to prevent them from completely allying themselves with another nation.

In this verse, Kat is the crown princess of Cordelia and Leviathan's dominant. She is well known for patrolling the sea with her Stormbringers and keeping the waters safe to travel which constantly makes her parents and advisors worry for fear of another attempt on their dominant's life.

#verse: tbt #oh boy this was long #I spent way too much time at work thinking about this

[streetgoats]

IT BEGAN AS A GAME. one better understood with thy premise of partying knowledge. however, thy soft truffles fell from well styled bonnets. big enough to hide thy own hearts casted shades.

AMELINA'S OWN WOUNDS ONLY SWOLLEN BY THY PROSPECT OF BECOMING A BASHFUL BRIDE. " mother always says to keep men at the door , and thy heart to thy own domain. " thou wasn't naive , thy knew thou calls of longing when thee reached for it , but thy love was like a game of chess. often with direct conflict. ( thou loved it. )

" thy asks thou one simple inquiry , wouldnst thou be better cared for by a hundred girls , and learn that thine cater to flirting about almost ---- for sport --- or leisure ?? nor , does thou see thy flowers begin to bloom at thy calling of lover's morn ' ?? "

thy pale brows set up high in delight along with thou cherry lips , " thy hunt is celebrated in all resounding hearts. merrier times indeed !! "

@eritvita . continued.

#( eritvita ) #( the twin with the golden hair: amelina. ) #🐐 verses. // #verse: tbt #?? #🐐 ooc. // #i imagine this in their ( mortals verse ) but i do have a demi goddess verse if you wush to explore it otherwise probs just mortals here #amelina is a huge flirt especially with a long list of lover's #she enjoys the game of love and would make Cupid blush at her stories #👀👀 #i imagine that her sister is somewhere off probs drinking tea with sugar cubes #so shes not presently with them #i wanted to show you how amelina can be as a seperate being from her twin

[cursedtcwn]

|| Closed starter for || @wheeling​ || From: Eleven.

                   Dear Mike,      California has been great! I have made so many good memories here with Will and Jonathan! Will taught me to paint the little figures from dnd and Jonathan just smells like stinky plants all the time but they make him funny! Joyce is good. She got a new job recently and it keeps her on the phone. My English has gotten better! Can you tell?      School has been bad. There are mouth breathers everywhere. A girl named Angela is the leader. I tried to make friends with her but she is just mean! How do you deal with the mouth breathers in school? I miss you.      Love, El.

     Pen moves carefully across lined paper as she makes sure each word is spelled correctly. Taking her time in the structure of her sentences like she had learned from Joyce. From Will. From Jonathan. Each had helped her play catch up so she could be in the same grade as Will and make it believable. She does wonder why Papa never taught them any of this stuff. Why it was strictly learning their abilities but nothing for the world that lay outside the walls of the lab?

     As she sealed the envelope to send off to Mike back in Hawkins, she felt the excitement slowly fill her with the thought of him coming for spring break. Would they play dnd together with Will? Would Mike want to go roller skating with her? What would Jonathan do if he was going to stay home? Would Mike like California too?

     In reality, she missed Hawkins and the rest of her friends, but that was something she would tell him in person. A letter was already private but there were some things that were better left spoken than written down upon paper, a thought that stuck with her as she rounded the corner into the living room, asking Joyce to mail the letter for her to Mike, knowing that in a few weeks time, he would finally be here in person.

#wheeling #now speaking: Eleven Hopper #verse: tbt #Hello I am fucking terrible at starters but let's fix canon okay? okay

[stageplayhero]

@fearlesscxptain asked:

Though a terrible occurence had befallen the dear Mayor, business had returned to usual at the city’s center. The Mayor grieved the loss of his dear friends, and had not returned to the Manor where it happened. How could he ? How would he be able to face the location where such tragedy befell him ? Though he had so clearly been affected by what he had seen, he had taken up his role once again. Duty called, and he could not abandon the city.

The toll of that night included the District Attorney. Murdered, alongside the others, it was said. By the colonel, no less — a dear friend of Damien’s. Such betrayal, such tragedy. It left an emptiness in the heart of their friend as well as their seat in the office.

A seat which, apparently, had been filled again. Pieces of overheard chatting throughout the town hall informed Mark Damien that there was a District Attorney.

Or, rather, that the District Attorney was there again.

They hadn’t known where else to go. What were they meant to do ? Disoriented and distressed, perhaps even trying to believe that none of the night had happened, they’d gone back to what semblance of familiarity they could find.

Their mind hadn’t really stopped racing since they’d woken up that terrible morning. There was too much going on. Gaze on the ground, they stood near their desk, gathering up a few papers they’d accidentally scattered with shaking hands. Turning around to head off to put them away, they did not made it far before stopping in their tracks. Before seeing someone they had not expected to see again. Someone they hadn’t even known the reason for disappearance of.

[ sorry not sorry mark, @fearlesscxptain is back. wow it’s almost like things will come back to bite you 😂 ]

He had known, of course, that a District Attorney would show up. Someone else would be hired. Someone who wouldn't be Asher.

Knowing there will be a new District Attorney and knowing who it will be are two separate things, however, and Mark hadn't concerned himself with the matter too much. Maybe he should have shown more engagement, or faked it. The problem is that he had been struggling in the aftermath of it all to keep up appearances, run the city, turn this new situation to his favour.

Eventually, he did have to investigate the chatter over a District Attorney. He'll run into them sooner or later, so he might as well become acquainted. Nothing could have prepared him for who he finds at the desk.

He really should have shown more engagement. That's Asher gathering papers. When they turn around, the shock on his face isn't entirely an act. They died!

They were brought back. The manor must have meddled. Do they know what happened? Do they know who he is? There's only one way to find out, and he needs to move into action. Put on a show, just for them.

"Asher?" Confusion gives way to a relieved, unbelieving smile. "Is it really you? You're here. You're alive. I thought-" He grips the cane, wrings it between his hands. "I didn't think I would ever see you again." As if they might turn to smoke, he takes a hesitant step forward. "Are you all right?"

#and so the story begins: thread #starring: fearlesscxptain #fearlesscxptain #verse: tbt #(they are back! #@ mark when will you learn that your actions have consequences)

[ever-winter]

@frozcnlight asked:

❛  stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now.  ❜ [throwing my girl at Childe \ O \]

"...I don't think your boss will be too pleased with me staying", he sighs, but he's already closed the door and crossed the room to sit by her side, a hand reaching over to feel her head, the worry clear to see within his expression, even within the limited light. Sighing, he sifted aside the blankets, pulling Miran close to his chest as he laid down by her side, "...I'll stay if you promise to actually rest...alright?". Wasn't as though he truly minded upsetting Diluc, and besides, he somewhat didn't wish to be alone himself.

#frozcnlight #Muse: Childe #//ship tbt #Verse: tbt #Asks - Answered

[keikakudori]

have you ever loved anyone ?

❝ ... yes. ❞ And that's all the answer he'll give on that. He does not wish to delve into it. It is too intensely personal to so easily share.

#ask tbt; #Anonymous #verse: tbt

[wandercr]

@revelatixned said: you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine.

she expects each fight to get easier, to stop wincing at the scent of blood, so heavy on the air she can taste it, but it doesn't. maybe the raiders go down faster. maybe they're getting better at this, but she always finds herself holding her breath, a silent prayer on her lips, begging for violet's safety.

the sight of blood dripping down her sister's arm spurs eliana into immediate action. she drops to her knees, digging through her bag for some antiseptic and gauze. right away, she sees it's not worrisome enough to waste one of their precious few stimpacks on.

violet paws her hands away, moving reflexively from eliana's touch.

her lips pull back, about to snap at her sister's foolishness, but their father's words echo in her ears.

be patient with your sister. even if you don't see eye-to-eye, you'll always have each other.

she takes a deep breath, forcing a half-hearted smile to her lips.

❝ just let me do this, ❞ she says. ❝ do you know how filthy that knife was? the last thing we need is for you to get tetanus ... or an infection. ❞ she hesitates. ❝ or god only knows what else is out here. ❞ she reaches for violet's arm again, more sure this time.

❝ no arguments. i'm pulling the big sister card, so deal. ❞

#verse: tbt #i have to update all my verses lmfaoo #revelatixned #HI it's so nice to write with you again!!!

[hawkinsborne]

Closed Starter | @firstbitten​

     Popularity had never quite been something on Barb's mind. She didn't care about having lots of friends or people fawning over her. Was she jealous when she saw Nancy start to get that from dating Steve Harrington? She wanted to say no. She wanted to say she didn't actually care and that they were such trivial things that meant nothing to her in high school, but the truth of it was, she was jealous. She wanted to be popular and liked. She wanted to have more than just a handful of people she called friends that ate lunch with her. She wanted other people to hang out and call her that wasn't just Nancy.

     As summer came, thoughts of such things drifted away with the last day of school. Vacation was starting and her and Nancy had plans every so many days to spend together and that wasn't to mention the big trip Barb had been planning since last summer. The thought causes excitement to course through her veins.

     Barb walks through the pool area of Hawkins Community Pool, finding a nice empty chair she can lay out on away from the water, near the back of the opening. It was mildly quiet for the most part and after all, she wasn't here to swim. Oh no, she came to read. To soak up the sun and to work on her tan so she'd stop looking like Casper's redheaded cousin.

     Hazel gaze drift around as she takes a seat, having laid down the towel upon the plastic and applying sunscreen, setting her bag beside her. She saw Nancy's mom with a group of other mom's across from her, all poising the sun's rays and she rolls her eyes, reaching into her bag for a book she had been reading over the last few days. She had a plan and she wanted to stick to it, but her eyes kept wandering, people watching even as the lifeguards were switching out.

#firstbitten #now speaking: Barb Holland #ch: Nick Furcillo #verse: tbt

[lifesver]

NO ONE SAVED YOU.

(aka the worst most fucked up au for leland and maria we've written)

#me handing this to lamb and renee in silence like yeah #kels art tbt #blood cw #im so normal about this #when u get a little captured and brainwashed #( ☆ ) ⸻ HYPERFIXATION GO BRR / kels art. #( ☆ ) ⸻ NO ONE SAVED YOU / verse.

[strykingshot]

Modern Verse

Ever since she was a child Kat loved cars and motorcycles. It was hard to tell if she loved them because her father was a mechanic and she was constantly watching him in his garage or if she was just a little speed demon in the making.

As soon as she was legally allowed to, Kat was working with her father at his auto shop while going to school and then college for an automotive engineering degree. It was not long after she gained her degree that her father suffered an accident by a drunk driver.

Even after multiple surgeries and physical therapy, her father never fully recovered from his accident and was forced to retire early. Kat declined a prospective job opportunity at a major manufacturing company to take over her father's auto shop to prevent the business from being sold to cover her father's medical bills.

After making sure all her father's medical bills were paid, Kat put all her focus into running the shop and it soon became known as the auto shop with the most blunt and honest owner who would not only tell you if that used car you bought was a piece of shit but make sure that piece of shit then became the best running car you'd ever own.

#verse: tbt #this was fun to write out #hope I get a chance to actually use it sometime #lol

[zestials]

zestial is the type of person to read all the terms & conditions before clicking the accept box.

#i'm rotting #i'd also like to state . he doesn't use technology #but if he DID. or in a verse he does. he doubles the eyes on emojis like :: ) #tbt. #* ── a haunting curse. : headcanons.

[nebula-drcams]

@dark-overcoat asked: 🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away (For the starter meme thingy)

Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters || Always Accepting

Usually in this city it's quieted down by now, but for some reason it's busy as can be, something Nimue's not too thrilled about. Trying to get home so she can at least feed her cats, she wishes she didn't leave the house today. Then again, she wanted to spoil her pets just a little bit so she went and got canned food. That aside, she's trying to get through the crowd, grumbling to herself, but that all comes to a halt as she hears sirens that are approaching where the crowd was. What exactly happened?

"You've got to be kidding me... I just want to get home. What the hell's happened this time?" 

She's not even surprised, just tired, and go figure it's on the way to her home so everything's blocked off. It looks like she's stuck here until the crowd disperses from whatever it is they're trying to look at.

#darkovercoat #★ ►𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼◄ ⌠ Nimue Umiko ⌡ #verse tbt #★ ► ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴍᴏꜱ ◄ ⌠ In Character ⌡ #★ ► ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ♥◄ ⌠ Ask Answered ⌡

[apoapsis]

Me and graviticmelody spent literally all day yesterday discussing a fal.lout:nv verse for her vau.ltdweller siebren so OF COURSE i wanted to make a verse for sigma so that i can match..... so here's Big MT/lobotomite sigma 😋

#++|| PIP ART #Sigma overwatch #Siebren de Kuiper #self reflected + ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ; ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ + #;tbt #im lying if i said i dont wanna rp this verse.. #ill probably doodle him n cricket's sieb later bc 😵😵🥺🥺😈😈 #this verse i like to consider 'sigma the survivalist' which is a wild change of pace from main verse

[gotaletter-archive]

Closed starter for Laurie! (@creatureshrieks)

Dying here was never easy.

When James had arrived in the Entity's realm, he hadn't been sure what to expect. To be honest, when he took his first breath after spending so long underwater, his first thought wasn't "Great! I get to do this again, and again! Forever!" But that was his life now. Was this some form of punishment? Maybe the writing on the wall at Neely's was right. Maybe he actually went to a different place than Mary.

But there were others here. Others like him. Well, maybe not exactly like him. Survivors. Killers. The Entity. It was all very strange. He barely had enough time to parse through all the information before he was running for his life, forced to fix machines in order to open exit gates just to rinse and repeat. Everything was a blur. That is, until he met Laurie Strode.

She was a young woman, barely out of her teens. If you had squinted hard enough, one could have almost mistaken them to be related. Maybe it was that idea that had made him put his life on the line for her. Maybe it was the idea that she didn't deserve any of this, and that a tainted man like him should take the final blow for innocence. Perhaps it was him trying to repent for what it was he had done to Mary: the woman he had wanted a child with. James wasn't really too sure himself.

Whatever it was, he hadn't expected anything in return. So when the young woman approached him later on by the shared campfire, needless to say he was speechless. In fact, he quickly averted his gaze, staring down at his boots as he fidgeted with his hands.

"... Hello." He offered.

#creatureshrieks #you're my dad boogie woogie woogie #;climbing the rungs -dbd verse

[fintastica]

  growing up in a dark sea grotto, the sheltered lagoona is extra excited to finally be out on land. — she’s basically the little mermaid if the little mermaid ate people.

18+ only. personals dni. read carrd before following !

#personals can follow me but no rebloggy ! thank you. #anyway. wow! this is Extra! #monster high rp #mh rp #indie rp #independent rp #crossover rp #multiverse rp #tmnt rp #yeah that's my second big verse that's going there #disney rp #halloween rp #horror rp #etc #self promo tbt.

[keikakudori]

Sometimes I wish you died, other times I can't even imagine it ever happening. I've never existed without you, but you've existed without me. You'll always keep going while I'm stuck in this spot -- you can't die, just like you wanted, and maybe deep down I wanted it too.

Anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine. | Still accepting.

                 Now this confessor --... this one, was far more poignant than most. How those words engulfed him and held him still, his posture frozen, barring the motion of an eye tracking over the lack of knowing. Yet he knew, didn't he? Something about the words, the flow of them, the cadence. It was enough to make him inhale slowly, exhale; the flow of air into lungs and then back out, a clouding of breath that seemed as if it should have remained held tight in his chest.

                 Oh, those words - he understood, far too easily, from what mouth they had fallen from. How it kept him quiet for several moments, gaze downcast, eye nearly shut and showing nothing more than a hint of brown beneath the heavy lines of his lashes. How those words struck at him, spoke to him, seemed a siren song that was full somehow of both damnation and affection alike. How they spoke in a lilting to things he understood far too well.

                 He knew - how well he knew -- and he was quiet still for longer than he might otherwise have been for any other. But then, such a quick tongue had ever been one to strike him to his very core.

                 ❝ --... you say this as if I could somehow go on. I feel as if I'd find myself frozen in place, stagnant and static, with no idea of how to proceed on from such a point. I may have existed before you, without your presence until I met you - but do you think I'd be capable of doing so now? That I'd ever be able to move on from such a point? How can I, when you have defined so much of who I am, of what I am? If I continue to exist afterwards, it will not be as before. It never will be. ❞

#ask tbt; #Anonymous #verse: tbt #:} hmmmm gee. i wonder. #untagged verse for reasons after all.