#crossover tag tbt.

[damagedspear]

Bro is aiming his spear for Eren across time periods. Watch your ass, don't fuck with his grandson you tiny little dropped fetus.

#[ will you force yourself to watch? | dash comm. / games. ] #[ i swear my spear to the true king | ic / in character. ] #[ the nose knows | crack. ] #crossover tag tbt. #104thsquadfam #verratensduo

[kennergy]

*. &. IS MY MOMENT FINALLY HERE OR AM I DREAMING ? — I'M NO DREAMER.

18+ only. read carrd before following. by lula. spoilers tagged.

#i figured yeah drop date is as good a time as ever to make a new promo. #this took. hours. because i couldn't just leave it alone. #spy all the fun additions ! #self promos tbt. #indie rp #independent rp #crossover rp #barbie rp #barbie the movie rp #disney rp #pixar rp #fuck it. #horror rp #insert any tags here.

[scienceroach]

@moxxietude // Instant panic attack from Moxxie when he sees a gigantic roach. In the Human world. That's not-- that's not normal. Legs freeze up and he locks in place like a fainting faint. "AAAh!" (( Mox, that's rude. You've seen bug-people demons before, c'mon. ))

The doctor stares, watching the poor little guy freak out. While he should be used to this by now...somehow, he's not. Instead, right now, he's mostly thankful he has shit hearing.

" ...man, did I really forget to moisturize this morning ? " Doc, what the fuck.

#moxxietude #🧪 // whatever mad scientist made you ; he really went all out / ic #🧪 // you wouldn't happen to have any uranium on you? just need a smidge / answered #i dont have verses tags i forgor oops #crossover tbt #ducky pls dont crack jokes rn-

[multimuse-rp32]

@chmydarling [Starter Call] Louis And Jimmy / Apocalyptic AU TWDG

Jimmy sat on Ericson's steps in silence, staring up at the sky lost in thought involving his family.

"God I hope they're okay…"

Jim said after letting out a sigh and looking at the yard in silence.

#❝He's my personal hero.❞ || Jimmy GIbbler IC #chmydarling #Tag tbt Jim and Louis #au rp #full house rp #full house #fuller house rp #multi muse rp #multifandom roleplay #multifandom rp #multimuse rp #indie multimuse #crossover roleplay #crossover rp #twdg rp #twdg louis #zombie apocolypse au #post apocalyptic #zombie apocalypse #apocalyptic rp #apocalypse

[caracarnn-archive]

@elderbloodcarrier​  asked: ☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

he hadn’t meant to step out into this place. not really. he didn’t even know what this place was. it certainly wasn’t anywhere in the Westlands. of course it could easily be a land beyond the Aryth Ocean. but something about this place didn’t feel like his own world at all. it felt different. the atmosphere. the way that things hung in the air, the way that his Power even felt different. he still felt the Source, the Taint even, running through his veins and yet - yet this wasn’t the same at all. but he continues onward, walking through the area as he adjusts the high collared coat that he’s wearing as he ventures forward. in order to get back he had to first understand where he was.

he’s been walking until he felt something tap at his shoulder. he stilled himself, closing his eyes and reaching out for the Source that hovered close always. he grasps it, seizes it and tries desperately to fight against the Taint - just as protection. turning around he takes down a hard breath as he steps away from the figure before him. 

well. he hadn’t expected her. 

“I’m sorry.” he says. only he doesn’t release the Power just yet. her eyes. they were beautiful. she was beautiful. different though. he had never seen anyone like her. The Source gave him the ability to hear things, heartbeats, breaths, pulses, the air rustling through the trees - and she simply seemed different. “is this...is this your land?” he questions with a furrow of his brows as he regards her. he stammers his words out. she really was beautiful. otherworldly. “I seem to have gotten...lost.” does he tell her that he’s come here from another world entirely?

#made it a crossover! #;threads #verse tag tbt #elderbloodcarrier #ch: lara dorren

[jedifel]

verses are undergoing many developments but in the meantime message me to plot !

#specifically asoiaf and modern verses........... #BUT ALSO crossovers .... gimme now #yeah yeah so hot! #i will not be able to reply to msgs for the next few hours.. #but after!!! #ily all so much #need to make tags as well ghdjfgdfh anyways. #tbt.

[screamingeagle]

@rewcund​ sent:

' i’m not impulsive, i’m decisive. '  from columbo of course!

from this meme.

      “ Maybe ya can be, Mista’ Columbo, ” Max piped up, unable to help but crack a bright and friendly grin when the other man spoke.  You know... Max never thought he’d be befriending a detective-- but, hey, to each their own! The soldier tagged along, following the somewhat older man as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his military jacket, “ but I dunno if I can say that when we both stood at a store window wonderin’ what t’a get for our ladies for nearly an hour. ”

      Maybe that was it-- finding some form of joy in finding another person that just... Also really cared for their beloved, finding somebody that’s... well, seen a lot. And finding somebody with an accent like yours. Felt rare for poor Max sometimes, but hey! It was good t’a know he can follow Mr. Columbo around. Day was tough, anyway... PTSD was one hell of a thing. So, talking to this guy was a real breath of fresh air.

      “ Honestly, sir, it’s nice talkin’ to ya, ” Max piped up after a moment, tapping at the side of his face with his three-fingered hand, “ Jus’ nice findin’ a guy like ya!... Y’see, I’m in the military-- lotsa people talk about findin’ all sorts’a ladies.. gee, it’s-- it’s like, while I understand ‘em, they’s presume that since I’m a young guy, I’ll think the same! But, man, I jus’ wanna be wit’ my Evie, you know? I’ve already dealt with a lotta crazy stuff jus’ t’a have ‘er in my arms again. ”

      He really hoped Columbo didn’t know him from the news... being an ‘up-and-coming actor’ that ‘stole Evelyn’ from Schulhoff, with Max being labeled a ‘player’ and ‘lady-taker’, but... he wasn’t that at all! Bastards.

#✯ everything for my dear evie! ~ answered✯ #✯captured ~ ic✯ #verse tbt. #rewcund #✯jailbreak! ~ crossover✯ #ask to tag tw #ptsd tw #infidelity mention tw #adultery mention tw #//max vc; weakly: i JUST wanna keep my lady outta rly bad relationships dammit THEY ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME!!!!!! :(

[stonedgilbert]

we're gettin jeremy gilbert in the fast & furious franchise brainrot tonight folks

#my ooc tag got deleted tbt. #i stg some of the crossover ideas i have for him are for Dead fandoms and like .. #do i have the time to write full fledged fanfiction of these aus??? no #but do i want to? YES

[aparticularbandit]

WIP Meme

Tagged by: @spyridonya

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

...I love you all, but I may not post all of them because do you know how many that would be.

...actually let’s see.  (Only doing fanfic because don’t want to share profic snippets on here.  Sorry, not sorry.)

longer potential exploration thingamajig

Fix It Fic with Andi not Dying

Love Is Not A Victory March first write

Stolen

The Haunting of Westview Manor

2 - Paved with Good Intentions

agatha - stephen encounter

The Thrall of Magic

Bartender Eve & Agatha

Agave Birthday (Agatha)!

Duende

fiftieth birthday

Eve’s Birthday!

Aislin Mom Question

TBT Crossover

SoaG Fourth Draft - Full

It’s the Noir fusion rough draft!

Agatha Freaking Harkness

tagging: @only-freaking-sunflowers; @our-blood-is-our-ink; @alwayshopefanfic

#musings #meme #memes #meme response #y'all don't have to do the thing if you don't want to do the thing #and some of these are ones i started and decided not to continue #but MOST of these are ones i consider to be in active progress #...and there are a lot more that are started and unfinished that aren't on here #A N Y W A Y

[starofvirtue]

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@highxfalcon​ continued from here.

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      “ I just wanted to check on you, is all, ” Shu spoke up. Simple, right to the point, “ Would it be alright if I stayed with you? I heard from the others you were up here after a battle, and... I’ll be honest, it seemed almost lonely, to be up here all alone. But, if you’d like to be alone, I can understand that, too. ” He told him as he sat down, smiling in the Hawk’s direction. To be quite honest, he seemed like a mystery... and it honestly left him interested.

      In truth, he wanted to learn more about Griffith.

      What drove him, more than the money received from mercenary work, more than the lure of battle-- more than anything. Was it a dream that Griffith had? For glory, for status? He had to know more. He needed to know more about Griffith. So, he thought for a moment as he sat with him-- if Griffith wanted to be left alone, of course, Shu would also happily comply. He hummed quietly to himself, until he spoke,

      “ I’ll admit, it seems as though... Just from my talks with you, you have a dream of your own you’d like to achieve... Is it... To have a throne, made of stars? ”

#⚟entering the temple ~ ic⚞ #⚟someone from a better era ~ crossover⚞ #highxfalcon #ask to tag tw #verse tbt.

[damagedspear]

ASK ANSWERED.

@companyenvy sent a letter:

"Dude! That was the coolest thing I've ever seen! You just—" (dramatic sound effects) "and then" (dramatic sound effects of bad guys being incapacitated) "and it was AWESOME!"

--

... Well, Apeas didn't expect that.

As the Spear of the King, not only was it HIS duty to ensure the King's closest-kept secrets were kept secret and guarded at all costs, but it was also his duty to ensure the well-being of his King's subjects. During one of his many travels continuing his duties, he'd run across... well, a few bandits that were attempting to terrorize this poor man. So, he swiftly dealt with them.

... But he didn't expect such praise. Apeas usually received grateful thanks, but most were... honestly more terrified of him than they'd ever like to admit. Considering he also did the King's dirty work and dirtied his hands if he had to.

Apeas, as he returned his spear to his back, blinked in bewilderment at Vaughn... but, it'd be silly to say he wasn't flattered. He truly was.

" I... thank you. Forgive me for any hesitance in my response-- I... simply did not expect such a reaction, but I am flattered. Are you hurt? Had they taken any belongings of yours? "

#[ inquiries for the king will go through me | ask answered. ] #[ i swear my spear to the true king | ic / in character. ] #[ the head of a once regal spear. it's seen many things | main. ] #companyenvy #crossover tbt. #ask to tag tw #//apeas: wh....... pppeopol... being nice 2 me????

[repeatthepast]

| unprompted starter | @reverxnce​.​ |

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     " I remember when I'd always come out to this railing and look at that green light over there. Across the lake. Can you see it, old sport? "

      " It's like you could just... grasp it. Hold it in your palm. But it always fades before you ever could. It's just right out of your reach. "

      It was one of the few nights where Gatsby didn't host some grandiose party. Instead, the lakeside was calm. Quiet, save for the both of them. And once again, Gatsby was in one of his fancy suits, yet it was a deep shade of black. His hands were clasped together, and his form showed not a proud, confident fellow, but a tired man-- a lonely man.

      A lonely man surrounded by superficiality. Surrounded by fake smiles and laughs, and doing his best to join them by attaining wealth through means that many would consider criminal. All for love that he could never reach, a love he was so enraptured by to the point it warped his perception of who it was he had fallen for. But Gatsby knew that it wasn't just some idea of Daisy. It was truly Daisy herself that he had loved and longed for then. But... He could never bring himself to truly believe that the woman he loved would toss him aside, just like that. He knew, deep down, that he’d need to reveal what he’s done to get to where he was now, too.

      " In my dreams, I always wanted to... just for a moment, hold it. Hold it tight. I just-- for some reason, I could never, ever reach it. But then it hit me. After the day Nick left, when I was able to stand and walk on my own after so many days of lying in bed... it just hit me. ” Jay tilted his head, to look up at the stars. Despite the light that made it hard to see them, he had a keen eye. The brightest stars, the dimmest stars. None of them could be forcibly hidden from Gatsby’s eye. “ I was... past it. It was far behind me. I achieved something greater than my original dream. I... made true friends, despite everything I’ve done. Despite what I’ve done to get to this point. I’ve... bootlegged, I’ve gambled, I’ve committed crimes just... just to get all of this. ” Shame was quick to be seen washing across his face, his gaze returning to that light. Never breaking away. “ All of this for a fake dream that... I was desperate for. To repeat the past. ”

      “ Maybe I was heartbroken. Maybe... it was some aftermath of the war. It’s a curse-- and I knew... I knew it was a great mistake for a man like me to fall in love. ” He trailed off... Hesitating. No, no-- he wasn’t hesitating. Instead, he just seemed... Distant, not meaning to be, but he always found it a great struggle to stay within the present. The past, in his eyes... was always much, much more desirable. His military career, Daisy, his life before this wealth. It seemed so much... simpler.

      “ Because it’s so hard for me to stay in the present. I just... always want to repeat the past. I always believed that you could. And I always yearned to do that. I always find myself remembering days that others would deem insignificant and wanting to relive them. Like the day I met Reverend Moore when I accidentally bumped into him just a little ways from the seminary, or when I could see Nick out at the cottage, just over there.” He pointed it out, gesturing to it, finally looking away from that green light again. “ Or... When I went to the Parish and met you, old sport. ”

      Jay couldn’t help but crack a smile. So much was on his mind. He got ahead of himself often-- it was just that he had so much to say, but yet so little time. “ I know it might seem like I... talk about Daisy, very often. But I don’t want you to think that I somehow love you less, or think of you less. I think... it’s just because I never had closure. Never had time to properly think about it with how fast life went without me... This light always seems to taunt me. It had a meaning. It used to... it used to, but... with knowing Daisy, how she left after she and Tom conspired against me, knowing that... that there’s no meaning to the light I dreamed about anymore, and yet it still blinks, it... maybe... ”

      “ Maybe... maybe you know what I mean, maybe you don’t. But it’s just this-- this thought. Did I do something wrong? What would drive a woman to desire to stay with her abusive, bigoted, cheating husband and let a man that loved her so dearly get killed? Was I not enough? Was... all of this, not enough? Were my crimes too great? Because I chose to... to follow Wolfsheim, being told that as long as I did these things, I could achieve what I wanted? I... still remember something you said. That I’m not replaceable, but that money is. Money may be replaceable, but... I believe I, too, am replaceable. Judging by how quickly she left-- I’ve been replaced. Always been replaced. ”

      He couldn’t help but... Ramble. Ramble about everything, everything that plagued his mind as though he were confessing to every sin. Maybe he was. Maybe... well, he didn’t know.

      He just wanted to be heard, from the bottom of his heart, instead of having to put on a mask. 

      “ Ezekiel, old sport... after everything I’ve told you... ” Gatsby finally seemed to address him by his name this time. He straightened his posture, his hands resting on that familiar rail... “ What do you think of me? ”

      “ I want... honesty, on the matter. On everything. Despite all of those things. That I’ve lied, I’ve cheated, I’ve gambled, bootlegged-- I’ve possibly even killed a man... Either directly or indirectly. I’m violent and cruel to those that bring harm to those I know to the point it’s worrisome-- with the man that mugged you, as an example. ”

      “ I don’t want you to feel pressured. I won’t be hurt by the honesty-- and I don’t want you to ever think I’d hurt you, or Nick, or Moore, or anybody else you know. ”

      “ ... I just... want genuine honesty. Because I think the reason I’ve... struggled, with being honest up to this point, was that... everyone that surrounds me, all these... Rich folk, these people-- with their smiles and grins-- they’re all fake. I know that the moment I die, none of them would visit my funeral. There’d only be a select few that ever would, and that’s you, that’s Nick, that’s Moore, and that’s my father. All of these people I usually surround myself by always have fake smiles, always laugh when they never mean it, and always have this envious gleam in their eyes. ” Hesitation again. Reluctance. But something in him pushed him to keep talking. Keep speaking.

      “ I don’t... feel fulfilled, by this life. ” Gatsby finally brought himself to say. “ The wealth-- all of it, the way all of it is so fake, how I have to keep reminding myself that it was worth it, but for what? Why is it worth it? Why is it that I keep going despite knowing everyone would leave without a second thought? Knowing that... I’d drive people away, by my crimes once they know, or that people would simply leave when I’m dead. Why is it worth it? ”

      Another epiphany had struck him, once his eyes-- yet again, returned to that light. To his memories of a crushed dream. One hand-- with that familiar ring with its green gem, moved over his chest, like he was reliving a memory. The pool. And he could swear he tasted iron in his mouth again.

      “ It’s not. Because I’m afraid, and have always been afraid. ”

      He reached his hand out, desperately trying to hold that light in his hands, shoulders slouching. He could feel it. The way those old wounds would sting like always, how he could feel his knees wanting to buckle beneah him.

      “ I don’t mind if you want to leave after... hearing what I’ve done, to attain all of this wealth. But... if I could ask of you just one thing, old sport... ”

      “ ... could you... stay with me? Before the light goes out? I usually keep track of it, and... and I can tell the light will go out again today... ah, excuse me. I must’ve... gotten ahead of myself. I have a tendency for that. Rambling on and on. Opening up too much. Wearing my heart on my sleeve. ”

      “ ... I wonder if all of this happened, because I just... love too much, to the point I never stop thinking about the past... to the point it kills me, and... ”

      He leaned against the rail. The weakness settling in-- but he wasn’t drunk, no. He could just... feel himself at the pool all over again. Reliving a memory that he’s been told by others to forget. Gangsters went through this over and over again-- they’ve nearly died many times, and you, Gatsby, were a gangster. So why couldn’t you handle that memory? Was it because of how alone you felt, back then? What was it, Mr. Gatsby?

      “ I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore. ” He murmured with a huff of a laugh.

            “ I think... I’m scared of being so alone again. I don’t want to be alone again. ”

#ic / in character. #verses tbt. #CROSSOVER. #reverxnce #ask to tag tw #death tw #betrayal tw #ptsd tw #trauma tw #flashback tw #injury tw #gunshot tw #blood tw

[madamedievdonne]

Lugo doesn't like being back on the ground. The earth down here is too solid, and the air too angular, too restricted. He's so aware of his own body down here, of his blood pumping through him, fueling him like gasoline in an engine. He's lost track of the seasons since he started making his homes in the sky. It seems to be fall now, red and orange leaves scattered across the ground and just cool enough to be comfortable during the day. During the night, one needs a jacket.

It's late. The appointed time is so close, minutes away. He's in full stealth mode, months of training and years of practice still there in his muscle memory, ensuring she'll never know exactly how close he is, just outside her home. He won't be detected, or else he wouldn't risk it. But he can't leave just yet. Not without staying to find out if she understands why he can't see her.

Special Forces, including Delta, wear black dog tags. Most people didn't know that, of course. But it wouldn't do to hand her his own, when he could scarcely acknowledge them as his own. But he still had his old ones, from his short time as a member of the Army Rangers. If she looks there on her bed, she'll find them.

There's another letter, of course, this time just in English. Its semi-formality and scratchy scrawl hint at how differently he'd felt writing this one after the others.

I'm sorry. I used to be so good at the one on one. I'm not anymore, but you understand why. Men like me, we're not people anymore. We're a bunch of bullets and stubble and dust. That kind of shit. Even if you could see me, you wouldn't. You'd see something a handyman patched up with scotch tape and sent rattling off to a place he don't fit, but got called to anyway. Others are after you. You should keep your head down. The suits get angry enough, they'll send real mean fuckers after you. I'd have to give you the nicer death before they got to you. Stay with me, the way it's safest for us both.

It's a lie, of course, that last part. At least, it is for now. He's kept a closer eye on her than she could imagine, to a degree that was perhaps a bit criminal. As far as he knows, there's no one else that's been sent to silence her. But that could change, the longer Lugo leaves his mission hanging, just like he's left her hanging now.

In the center of the bed is the letter, dry and somewhat crumpled from the hurried way it was assembled, so different from the picturesque messages she left him. And it lays open on her sheets, and in its center is her ring. Looped through it is the chain on which his old dog tags hang. Lugo had, earlier today, taken care to dent it in exactly the right ways, so that "John" could be read, but "Lugo" couldn't. He'd used to dislike his first name. It was disappointing, the most boring name in existence, underwhelming enough that he generally chose to go by his last name even in civilian life. But he wouldn't mind being 'John' nowadays. Nondescript and average and dime-a-dozen sounded much preferable. Almost as an afterthought, he'd inflicted the same redaction to "X" under the religion line, indicating a non-listed but important religious affiliation. It was no longer accurate, anyway.

The rubber silencers have been removed from the edges not only to assist in damaging them, but to make sure Lugo can hear her, if...if she should decide to handle them.

A few gold bullets lay scattered on the paper, retrieved from Dubai for no real reason. Something Lugo doesn't want to hold onto anymore. The ring and the dog tags that take center stage aren't close together. They sit at opposite ends of the chain, linked but distant, something Lugo had carefully arranged so that she didn't misinterpret his desires.

You know, she should've known it was too good to be true.

The honeyed words, the way they'd send those letters back and forth, taking time to crack them all... Well, maybe that was just her broken heart trying to lead the way. Like a soldier with no commander.

He could see it-- her silhouette, the way she drifted to the bedroom in silence. She didn't seem surprised the paper was there, or perhaps everything else. Maybe she just knew, deep down, it'd end up something like this-- just knew that the mysterious admirer, perhaps, would need to make this clear. Something told her that he was indeed military, or sent after her by the bigwigs, but... Well.

Evelyn didn't really know how to really... put it in her mind.

Her form looked exhausted. Tired. The makeup wiped from her face to reveal an expression of defeat, her hands pausing when pressing down onto the sheets of the bed, taking note of the ring, the dog tags, the bullets.

Anybody would be terrified to know that someone was able to get into their room, able to sneak in unnoticed and leave something-- but not her. Knew too well everyone was after her anyway. Her head lulled, looking over the paper, taking in every single word... and soon, finally... there were the faint clanking noises of his dog tags.

They were held as tenderly as ever in such caring, gentle hands. Looked over, over and over again. John-- John. And another part of his name, but it was hard to tell. Too hard to tell, in the dark... but if there was one thing she knew: it was that the man who sent that goddamn bullet into her Maxie wasn't a John... so this man really had been some sort of admirer.

A sigh left her, only to be hitched. Choking up now. Evelyn could only sit there for some time. Few minutes, maybe. The meeting time-- but she didn't get up to go to the door, not off to the entryway like some excited princess with a dagger behind her back, no. Instead, slowly, she rose to her feet, making her way to the window and sitting down near it, opening it. Something told her Lugo might've still been around-- just to at least know... What the hell did she wanna go trying to see him for anyway? Guy undoubtedly was sent to kill her too. So... why did she even want to try?

" ... Know you can hear me, darling. " A quiet voice, faintly cracking, trying to keep itself together. The light clinking of the dogtags could still be heard, and she tucked her messy hair behind her ear,

" Know you can't come near me, but at least... hear me, a little. " Maybe she was speaking to nothing now. Most likely.

" Think we both know me still kicking would just have the both of us still in trouble, wouldn't it? You have a job to do... and to be quite honest, I'm a bit tired of having to live in fear. Maybe you'd understand that better than me, I don't know. "

" ... At least do a widow a bit of a service and let that bullet in her head be yours. Because I'd rather not get one from a man that never knew me at all besides some... s-some man I never spoke or wrote to. And I know you're not that. I know you're not. Because, goddamn it, if you're taking the time to let me know all of this, then you're more than just stubble and bullets. " She took a moment to try to compose herself, furrowing her brows and straightening her posture-- only to slowly sink at the windowsill, her head resting on her arms...

Pure defeat. Pure exhaustion. Pure regret.

" What'd they tell you... mm? That I'm a target? Well, no wonder, considering you've been following me, but did they tell you why? Maybe they did... I don't know. I'm talking to nothing right now, but... When I'm gone in a puddle of blood, love, I want you to look through my things. You'll figure out why. Consider it one more gift to you, huh? "

#answered. #ic / in character. #verse tbt. #crossover #lugoboi #ask to tag tw #death tw #assassination tw #dehumanization tw #dehumanizing language tw #depression tw

[counttwo-4]

" Helloo~! New friend, gosh- it's so nice to see you finally here!! How was the first day? I bet it was swell! And even if it wasn't, you're with me now, so we get to hang out all night and have so much fun! " (Sunrise to Wesley,, cause frienmds 🥺)

@spxcemuses

Richard wasn't used to working in a daycare. He was used to war. Dealing with terrorists or fascists or anything threatening. Used to getting shot at from his roost. He wasn't used to... well, looking after children (given, soldiers were somewhat like children in uniforms. With guns). Or the animatronics that were practically sentient, but... well, at least he was able to somewhat get to know Sundrop (sentient animatronics? Sounds like it could be a disaster...) during his first day as a security guard. Lookin' over the kids, making sure they didn't get hurt, or do things they weren't supposed to, making sure the lights were on 'til the designated time...

... 'Course, for Richard, he wasn't one for turning the lights off. Got him thinking he was back at-- okay, therapist said he shouldn't think about it too much.

" It was quite alright, thank you very much, Mr. Sundrop! " Wesley replied with a chipper tone, though the dark circles around his eyes and the bags beneath them contrasted it. Lack of sleep, usually-- not from the job, but from... well, you know.

" Hopefully you're doing well, mate? How are the children? Anything I should look out for? "

#[ 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍. | ask answered. ] #[ 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗. | ic / in character. ] #verse tbt. #[ 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜. | crossover. ] #spxcemuses #ask to tag tw #fnaf tw #horror tw #ptsd tw #trauma tw

[expvrgction]

"B.J, is that you?" //slayer!wes to beej... what he do

Something didn't sit right with Blazkowicz when he saw the figure before him. Now he knew the armor make was all kinds of bizarre, and even more than that of the Da'at Yichud Power Suit. Or rather, now revealed to him by an enigma that is his long-time associate from the times of the O.S.A (aside from Wesley, of course) as the Terra Armor. It was an armor that was designed for some Night Sentinel personnel working on Earth.

As far as he was informed by said associate as well, a humanoid race known as the Argenta once dwelt in designated cities during their attempts at colonizing Earth, and when they ended up pulling out of it, or some who went missing, for that matter, a group of humans discovered what they left behind, and decided to adopt the tech and improve upon them.

...The God Key? As it turned out, it was an older model of the Empyrean Key, which would allow faster and more convenient space travel.

And was he glad this didn't end up in the hands of the Reich. Caleb pretty much warned him of what they're doing with Hell of all places.

But that was the least of his concerns right now. He recognized that voice, but it became so... rough. Possibly from misuse too.

He thought he was dead, that handsome little bastard.

"...Dag nabbit, Wes." He began. "You made me a sad buddy for years, ya hear? But I won't blame it entirely on ya-- Might've been me being a dumbass and forgetting to check for your pulse after Rudi got what's coming for him."

"...You look like you just came out of Hell though." He could only guess at this point, but boy, was this an eerily correct one. "...Caleb warned me about what would happen, and damn if I just saw the effects before me."

"Wanna know something?" He finally had to say it. "Caleb is more than just a simple traveler. Let alone human. He... He also warned me about a brother of his. Corrupted as all of his realm can ever be."

"...His name is Davoth." Oh, that name made him hold contempt for its bearer, and B.J had only met him as a projection several times before.

#Welcome (IC) #Stand your ground (RP) #Terror of Tyrants (William Joseph Blazkowicz) #Agent One (Richard Wesley) #Across space and time (Crossover) #verse tbt #(this is assuming one of his descendants got him out of hell rather than a certain demoness) #(b.j vc: why did i not check if wesley boy is alive or otherwise i am so dumb) #ask to tag tw #nazi tw #nazi mention tw

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( anon ) asked : Francesco, how do you feel knowing that your son is a failure of a Templar? || @lost-assassins || @shadxwcd​

There was a kind of disdain that very few outside of the nobility had ever managed to project towards others, and Francesco himself was rather good at it. It meant others felt, rightfully, that they were below him when they dared to approach him for anything, most prominently business. It also meant that the riffraff parted for him as he crossed the streets of Florence. Those few who lacked the brains to realise their difference in power and influence were soon taught otherwise.

Francesco had been under the impression that such fools were weeded out from their prestigious organisation, but that seemed unfortunately not to be the case. As such, it was his duty as a proud and noble Templar to weed away the incompetence poisoning their organisation— Ah, after he ensured the fool had no important tasks to be carrying out. Ones that Francesco would be most content to take over and complete with the competence and attention to detail that they deserved.

This fool's fate was already signed.

Those cold, denigrating eyes stared down upon their opponent now, making quite clear what Francesco thought of them without even the need to grace the other with his words. Ah, but the fool had lit a fire within Francesco, the same that meant his doom, and so he would answer, if only to sate a dying man's misplaced curiosity.

"You know, I was much like Vieri when I was a child." Those cool brown eyes that looked almost hazel in combination with his green robes pinned the fool in place with his gaze alone. "He will achieve greatness in time, and rule this family as I have. he is still young, still ruled greatly by his emotions, and he will learn as he must, with experience, that control over ones self is essential to being a good ruler. And so too will he join us, and work at the side of the Grand Master, and be blessed by the Father of Understanding. it is merely a pity you will not be there to see it."

A simple wave of his hand, that was all it took for the guards that flanked him to rush forward and grab the fool, who perhaps now was finally gaining an inkling of the gravity of the mistake he had committed not only in insulting Vieri, but in disparaging the Pazzi name in kind. He would soon find out exactly how cruel he could be.

Vieri's passion was as bright as a star and equally as eager, and he still needed to learn that fire burned, and that not even the family would be able to protect him someday, unless he was the family and he no longer needed protecting, because he would be the protector instead. Francesco did not look forward to the lessons it would take, and the pain his son and heir would endure in order to become what he needed, but he would truly rejoice watching his son realise his true power and grow into himself. He… likely wouldn't survive it, but then neither had his father before him, so that was likely inevitable.

For all that he acted frequently in ways that put the Templars and the greater good of the family before his children, he did still love them all dearly, and he would not tolerate such disrespect towards them. Or from them, but that was a different matter.

#anon #lostassassins #shadxwcd #universe • assassins creed #inquiry • assassins creed #universe • da vincis demons #inquiry • da vincis demons #interactions • francesco de pazzi #v: between two creeds #answered #tbt #marking as tbt bc i havent determined the verse tag yet but this is the one i've used for my ac/dvd crossover so far... #also have i mentioned that I fUCKING LOVE THIS?? #i was like hmm im not feeling very inspired to do drafts but lets sit down and see what we can do. #and then francesco was like hold my knife bits. this fool gonna pay— #fdjkfghsf im so fucking hype over this haha. esp bc it rly shows off how much he loves vieri and viola even if he tends to show it rly badly #i dont remember if in dvd francesco's dad is still alive but i rly thought this fitting #also bc these kinds of bastards dont let rule pass to their children quite that easily haha. #nvm that patricide is almost as heavily frowned upon in italy as anything close to disrespecting your mother... let alone killing her. #but it still fits so!! screw history xD #i have feelings abt this uwu come ramble at me!