#v: modern

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

truck date - "Adam, I heard of a local food truck called Garden of Eatin' - they have apple-smoked ribs" (Based off a real food truck I know)

He actually laughed at that. "Think we can get discounts if we prove we're the primordial humans"? He joked,he was comfortable joking about it now. They say that's one of the first steps to healing trama,only took a few thousand years,and sessions lots of sessions,he should send Judus Jance a gift basket for all the shit he'd put him through. "Sounds fantastic lead the way my love". He sighed, honestly content with how his long life had turned out. It had taken a lot of work on his part but it was worth it. Him and Eve were back together again,everything was perfect.

#daedaluscried #v: modern

[alonggoodbye]

@magicxecustos

Halia's warm smile slowly faltered as her eyes travelled from Sheri's face to Cillian's. While she was always happy to help out with teaching him the ways of the human world, she was used to seeing him smartly dressed.

"Okay..." She said, trying not to laugh. "What's with the shirt?"

Cillian looked at Sheri, confused. He thought it was quite becoming, actually.

#magicxecustos #v: modern #in a universe where Halia and Cillian know each other lmao

[miss-polly]

@young-botanical-genius ;

Despite her nature, Polly had started looking forward to her trips to the florist. Flowers and plants decorated her shop, and she got a new bouquet for the front counter every other week. Today, she was thinking about something purple, or maybe blue, but it was all a matter of what Seymour thought best.

She entered hesitantly, as if she still wasn't sure she was allowed to be here, but smiled brightly at the sight of her friend. "Hiya, I'm back again. Anything exciting happen since I was last hear?"

#v: modern #young botanical genius

[loudnclearspot]

“ what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night. ”

"I- I'm sorry- I shouldn't have come." What was she thinking? They weren't even dating. Her daughter was asleep just down the hall. She didn't need to see this. They were just causal after all. It was silly; she didn't need to come to Ivy's apartment unannounced, tears streaming down her face. She shouldn't have come. "I- I'm sorry. I'm gonna go."

#v: modern #SPOT YOU FUCKER DEAL WITH YOUR FEELINGS #orchestrahearts #ivy lynn

[heirtothetrib]

Darcy gave an uneasy smile as he walked up Ivy's apartment building. He and the kids hadn't been over since before the funeral. Ivy had always been closer with Tommy than him- it only made sense, as a pianist, their paths crossed frequently. But he and Ivy had always been friendly when Darcy had come along with Tommy for their kids' play dates. So when she had offered to host a playdate for Ana and Cecila, he was quick to accept.

It would give at least Ana some sense of normalcy. It had only been two weeks since the funeral and play dates had fallen off of Darcy's radar in the midst of everything. Ana was beaming and excited as they walked up the stairs, clearly ready to see her friend. Mikey probably wouldn't stray too far from his daddy today, evidenced by how closely his two year old was clinging to his chest currently, but it would be good to get him out of the house too.

He let go briefly of his daughter's hand to knock on the door. "Ivy, hi, how are you?" he asked when she answered the door, a tired smile on his face. "Thank you for having us all over."

@orchestrahearts

#v: single dad #v: modern #ivy lynn #orchestrahearts

[compassofsouls]

When first he’d agreed to this new life, three hundred-odd years ago, the world had been a different place. Ever there had been duties beyond those of the simple grim he had become in order to fulfil his penance: ferrying and protecting souls was but a small piece of the jigsaw, and active hunting was order of the day.

That had been when such errant creatures stalked the earth in number. As progress rolled on ever faster, as a boulder down a hill taking with it great swathes of land, the greatest of evils began to reside more and more in the hearts of men. It was less of a given duty for Nathaniel, and less often were his services called upon for more than guarding the church he was last inhabiting.

This time, it had been over sixty years since last he had been able to set foot off of the ecclesiastical grounds of the inner-city church he had wandered into. All things told it was more tolerable than the last thirty prior to that in a tiny rural chapel; there were people to watch and, on rare occasion, converse with, when they wandered through the graveyard pathways as a shortcut between city streets.

It was one such man, using this shortcut, who Nathaniel had never expected to see again. Perhaps, all told, he should have. Memories he had long dismissed battered back into his present senses.

It was dark, and he was first alerted by the chatter and noise of partygoers making their way between bars when he spotted the figure not so far behind. He’d thought it poor taste, initially; then funny; then stood dumbstruck as it hit him that no human was capable of such accurate imitation. No.

A heavy hand descended as though from nowhere onto Jack’s shoulder, gripping tightly as though he feared the man would, as ever, slip away. “Sparrow?!”

[Surprise modern day pounce for @killmebutneverinsultme ]

#killmebutneverinsultme #C: Grim #boo #V: Modern

[never-took-a-lesson]

"My costume this year is an 18th century French gentleman... but sexy~"

#ooc #my art #v: modern #forte looks like he belongs on the cover of a niche novel #tw: suggestive

[theunburntprotector]

"A man with your ego doesn't think low of himself," noted Dany, finding a seat opposite her guest at the kitchen island. "I'd like to know more about the strange person sitting in my home drinking his coffee with a disturbing ratio of milk and sugar. He is who I've entrusted to save my life, after all. Should one of my - what do the kids say? - haters decide they don't want me to campaign anymore."

She smiled against the comforting steam that rose from her mug and waited for Daario to begin. When he hesitated, she opened her mouth again, tapping fuzzy slippers against the base of his chair. "For the record, I am human. No different than anyone else. Just a human who also gets a bit of screen time."

Continued from here @snowandheatmiserboys

#boo #v: modern #a dragon and her sellsword - daario x dany

[hetaoren]

Verse: Modern

Lan Qiren is the current Chairman of the Board of Directors for Lan Pharmaceuticals. Before that he was the CEO of the same company from the age of twenty-one until his oldest nephew, Xichen, was forced to step up took over the role. Some claim that it's still Qiren who controls everything, but that is not fully the truth. However, he does struggle with letting go of his overworked past. He likes being useful and now as a retired semi-retired man, he feels a little... useless.

The Lan family have always had very specific rules and traditions, and he grew up following them all, however, with age he has slowly come to realise that maybe not all of them are needed. Make no mistakes, he's still a traditional man, but not unreasonable.

When not busy with dealing with being the Chair of the Board, he's trying to find a way back to his old hobbies of poetry and painting, as well as some gardening and taking care of his priced koi fishes. And of course avoiding stress, per his doctor's orders (he's not very good at following those orders, he might not seem like it, but he is a worrywart).

Quick Timeline

Raised as the second son. Never really adding up to his brother in the eyes of his parents. Thankfully, he will never do anything more demanding in the family company than maybe overseeing some of the labs.

16yo - Goes to university to study chemistry, would've rather studied literature and calligraphy.

18yo - His father dies from a heart-attack. Not handling the death of her husband well, his mother leaves the city to live in seclusion. He continues his studies while his brother takes over the company.

20yo - Starts working full time at Lan Pharmaceuticals.

21yo - His brother elopes with a woman he fell in love with, leaving the family and the business to fall. Qiren is forced to step in as the CEO.

27yo - Suddenly finds himself caring for his two nephews, age 6 and 4, after his brother and wife dies in a car crash. (this can be changed if needed)

32yo - The death of his mother.

Tries to just live a peaceful life while juggling the company and raising his nephews, although Wangji ends up having a bit of an rebellious phase in his late teens/early twenties (who will also one day return with a son).

47yo - Starts showing signs of being overworked, which he of course completely ignores.

56yo - Xichen is in a hostage situation, which he thankfully survives. This later leads to Qiren having a stress-induced cardiomyopathy. While staying at the hospital, some other things are discovered with him, such as an already high blood-pressure. Since the medical issues found can all be related to stress, he is pretty much forced to step down as CEO for Lan Pharmaceuticals.

Is now trying to live life as mostly retired and isn't very good at it.

#verses #v: modern #cultivation can be included in this if needed #but preferably not #just as some facts regarding his brother and nephews can be changed

[enjomo-arch]

ace ace ace ace ace ac -

#continuation of me thirsting over the fc #v: modern #「002」 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

@multeasers (Antares) liked for a modern starter.

Huaisang doesn't like dealing with the company and he especially doesn't like dealing with the true nature of the company. However, someone has asked for an audience and they knew how to contact him through private channels. Groaning, he puts his brush down and readies himself to meet the guest.

Normally, he wears regular clothes, but tonight he had decided to wear a deep green hanfu, the silk rippling like water as he moves. Picking up his favourite fan, he stands by the window, a full length one, his back towards the door as his assistant leads the guest inside. It's not hot, but despite this, his fan is open, moving slowly. "It's a beautiful night. You can even see the stars," is all he says as he the man is announced, not even turning around to greet him properly, just giving him a quick glance over his shoulder.

#multeasers #v: modern

[rocxyoulikeahurricane]

[DRINK] or [SOOTHE] from Eve

[Drink]

It was a ritual that Adam was very fimilure with at this point in his life. Have a nightmare, wake up screaming,and if needed apologize to whoever had been next to him. He never expected said person to ever be Eve though. She was also the last person he had ever wanted to subject to his crys and screams of "not my son" or "Caine what have you done!!!!? What have you done?????" His golden eyes watched her nervously,as she walked around the kitchen of his apartment. He had tried to tell himself it would be a bad idea to invite her over, tried to tell himself she'd probably make the dreams worse somehow,but he had taken the risk. Because he loved her,he missed her and now after reminding her of such a terrible memory, would probably never see her again.

#flower of eden (eve) #daedaluscried #v: modern

[alonggoodbye]

Memory, like so many things, is at the mercy of time. It flows, corroding the past, taking away detail and nuance. For a century the immortal held fast to the impression of warm breath against soft lips and whispers mumbled into the space between. However, try as she might, she could not recall a specific moment even with closed eyes or silent surroundings. 

But there were hot summers spent in the shade with tiny, fleeting butterfly kisses under a million silhouettes of green leaves in a beautiful garden. Freezing winters wrapped in blankets of the finest furs, a comforting peck on her forehead before sleeping soundly for the night. Misplaced kisses due to haste. Deliberate kisses allowed by circumstance.

And then there were the other kisses, their contexts lost to history. Shaky and wet from tears. Distraught creases in the skin of a freckled face.

Each one remembered in brief glimpses, never whole, yet bringing her peace with every recollection. 

#;; drabble #about halia. #the lifetime. #v: modern

[miss-polly]

@beautiful-mischief ;

There’s no helping the smile as she sets a red to-go box on the counter and arranges the tissue paper inside. No matter the weather or time of day, Loki always manages to charm her from the moment he walks in the door. Polly can only hope he doesn’t notice the red flush starting to heat up her face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d wonder if that friend of yours is even real.” She’d never seen the fabled Ruby, after all, but, then again, the woman seemed to be drowning in work more often than not.

Still, Polly chatted easily as she packed a small stack of biscuits on one end, carefully wrapped and tied with a ribbon. Loki didn’t need to know most folks didn’t get a ribbon, of course, and she hoped that escaped his notice, too. “I wouldn’t blame you if this was secretly all for yourself, you know. If anything, I’d take it as a compliment.”

Marius, for his part, purred happily as he rubbed up against Loki’s legs, demanding he be pet and coddled.

#v: modern #beautiful mischief

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

I heard Murtogg has a big surprise for you this Christmas. I am like 99.9% sure he's gonna pop the question on you .. but you didn't hear it from me.

" Well Excuse you. That was a terrible thing to do! IF it was indeed a surprise, you've completely ruined it and if not, you'll have left me disappointed. How dare you. "

#v: modern #mvrtogg #anon ask

[archaeval]

@vigilantdesert ;

Ruby puts a little heart sticker on her wife's nose. Boop.

#i should be working lol #v: modern #vigilantdesert