#verse; post modern

[quiet-kunoichi]

[ Moment of Serenity | @suck-my-tomato | verse; post-modern ]

The apartment felt empty. Kimiko had finally earned the privilege of moving out of Maeve’s residence and live on her own again, after much deliberation on her behalf. Officially, she had moved in three weeks ago. But most of her belongings (for which there really wasn’t much) were still stuffed away in their boxes, the only things pulled out were whatever necessary for a quiet living. She wasn’t planning on running at a moment’s notice, not this time around. But if she pulled her things out, got the space situated in a way that felt like it was her home, her safe space.. It felt daunting, and dredged up that familiar sense of suffocating anxiety. If she settled down into this space properly, it would solidify her staying.

Even on her best days, Kimiko still felt.. out of place, back in this town, around the old gang. Shikamaru’s birthday came around just last week and Kimiko attended the laid back get-together with the rest of them, but couldn’t stop that gnawing feeling from eventually eating her alive. I don’t belong here. Perhaps she’d taken one too many glances over at Sasuke, who kept getting pulled from the group by his phone going off. It was as though every time they’d met gazes from across the room, edged closer to one another, toyed with the idea of just striking up conversation.. His phone would ring, and he’d step away into a quieter room. She’d never known him not to put his phone on silent or at least vibrate during a party. Of course, she knew who was on the other end of the line, making sure he didn't forget about her. Shikamaru had given Kimi the subtle warning that he told Sasuke he could bring Cora with him to the party; it was a wonder when the raven showed up without the tumor of a blonde stitched to his side. One of those times he stepped off into the other room to get interrogated for the fourth time over the phone, Kimiko couldn’t take it anymore. The tickle of panic was starting to become too pressing, and she wouldn’t risk breaking down in front of all these old friends that felt more like strangers, now. When Sasuke came back to the main room, she was already gone.

Now a week later, she sits on the sofa and has a staring contest with a bottle of whiskey. She’d purchased it on her way home from the AA/NA meeting last night, after silently refusing to speak at the podium when her turn came. Sasuke had been staring over at her, concerned, but she wouldn’t know because she refused to acknowledge him or anybody else. She’d been out the doors before the host could finish dismissing them. She had enough self restraint not to break into the bottle last night; instead pacing the room and digging her palms into her eyes, fisting her hair. It had been a restless night, and it was hard to admit to herself that she was not doing well -- that she needed someone. Not just anyone.. Sasuke’s contact was pulled up on her phone, one click away from calling. But what would he do? Sure, they’d spent some time together since her return from the rehab, he’d walk her to Maeve’s after every other meeting, he’s had dinner and endured Maeve walking them through a painful memory lane with old photobooks from highschool. They shared a moment.. Or so she thought; but maybe she just misinterpreted it. They grew a little more distant after that, things felt a little more awkward, or tense. Her stomach groans in a pitiful act of begging for some sustenance, and it pulls her out of her tangled thoughts. He did say that she could call him, if she ever needed to, back when they exchanged numbers a little over a month ago. That whiskey bottle was calling her name with voracity. She needed him. The phone rang a total of four times before Kimiko couldn’t bear to possibly reach the voicemail, and hung up right as he was about to pick up. The sun was starting to set as she left her phone on the couch and made a dash to the bathroom. He was probably busy; hell, he had a girlfriend and it was a Friday night. Kimiko could’ve just dug him a deeper grave by calling, if Cora saw her name on that phone screen.. Fucking Cora. Sasuke. He had his own life now, it revolved around someone else. Kimiko thought she didn’t care, that she was over him.. But before she knew it, the pill bottle on the sink was ringing like a bell - she didn’t remember taking that out of the vent, last night. Had she already broken her sobriety, then? Does it even really matter if she takes just one, to wash this pain away, to feel better just for the night?  Kimiko draws a bath.

#suckmytomato #you know i cant help myself with the angst #itll turn happy tho #uh #eventually lol #the angst amplifies the sweetness to come! #verse; post modern #tw; drug mention #tw; alcohol mention

[buck1eys]

hmmm something something terribly run cafe/bar where the hobbits get summer jobs. aragorn is the bartender who quicky learns not to let pippin anywhere near the cocktail shakers. merry and frodo get drafted into the bitter (not really) rivalry between the gimli the line cook and legolas the head waiter. sam shocks all his friends by quietly becoming the mvp baker and getting a full time job at the end of the summer. the owner is this really weird old guy who shows up once a fortnight with other old duds with beards. merry and pippin are convinced they smoke weed in the bathroom, but it's fine because he throws THE BEST staff party

#lotr #lord of the rings #frodo baggins #samfrodo #in this verse its a yes from me #aragorn #legolas #gimli #pippin took #merry brandybuck #gandalf #samwise gamgee #ofc #lotr modern au #naomi will u stop posting about 1000 aus and write one of them #never

[hewantshisbrideback]

Nobody can definitively say the means which lead to the tragic ends of two such beloved public figures. Nobody can name what it was that brought the last Targaryen heir to the throne and the only daughter of House Stark together in the first place. No one knows exactly what happened, not in truth, but people can speculate. And speculate, they do.

A SONG OF INTERVIEWS AND FAKE NEWS: Retrospectives on Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark

#rhaegar targaryen #lyanna stark #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #pureasoiaf #if they look more minimalist than the others. thats because the magazine covers theyre based on are extremely minimalist lol #thats just how Respected Publications handle the deaths of beloved public figures #prince rhaegar is based on a princess diana cover even tho elia is definitely more princess diana or even lyanna #lyanna is partly based on a few time magazine covers and partly on the same diana cover lmao #its meant to look more true crime ish and less picture perfect nostalgia memorial #originally i was going to make article samples like i did for the arya ones and then i was like. lmao no #i could do a jon centric spread and i have a couple ideas #but i would rather he have his own set of 4 like arya #so. thus. as a result. tosses this at your feet #that being said i prefer rhaelya divorce!verse over a more book timeline modern au #bc its funny to ME #and i have written a little bit of fic for it feat stealth jonrya #but mehhh idk. id have to edit to post #this is not smart or pretty enough to throw into every single possible canon tag. i just want it out of my drafts #hewantshisedits #hewantshisposts #hewantshisaus #hewantshiscontemporaryaus

[letters-to-rosie]

click to read the fic!

#my canva wizard era #talking to @typewriteringalaxy reminded me I never posted this #arcane #timebomb #rosie's writing desk #revolution-verse #arcane fanfic #ekko #jinx #basically in the story #it's a modern and roleswap au #and they like #um organize and start to become robust against topside exploitation

[metalbvcky]

in all seriousness this is the best thing Marvel has put out since... i don't know, since phase 4 began? the writing, the storytelling, the cinematography (the record store scene my GOD), all of it is just phenomenal. this is by far Tom's best portrayal of Loki TO DATE. like-- i haven't felt this way about an MCU film in ages not even TFATWS had my heart rushing this much are there things that need to be wrapped up? yes!! do we need a season 3? double yes!!! are we going to be emotionally okay while Loki is all alone until that happens? NO 😭😭😭😭

#loki series #loki #loki spoilers #loki season 2 #mandy talks and stuff #god damn it fuck fuck fuck i'm going insane #i kept it together in the post but i'm unleashing my emotions in the tags #i need to write a fic #my modern au series i don't care there are endless TIMELINES #THEY SAID SO IN THE SHOW #THEY FUCKIN MENTIONED 616 #MULTI!!! VERSE!!!!

[gxdmade]

@chatcambrioleur

"Does this mean we get to switch clothes for a day?"

#bravery at its finest! {ic} #embrace modernity {post ts verse} #whispers in the chapel {dash comm} #chatcambrioleur i walk in like a dime piece; i go straight to vip; i never pay for my drinks; my entourage behind me {nami & usopp} #chatcambrioleur

[bansenshukai]

Oh man Tobirama is just so interesting to me because in my head; he is someone who is so deeply affected by emotion; who loves without abandon, desperately; who is equally terrified by that and spends most of his life trying to repress it into oblivion and chop it up into tiny little manageable pieces. And fails, of course. Characters are interesting when they fail.

It's rarely pointed out that the maxim of "the perfect shinobi is emotionless", so often picked apart in Naruto and touted as one of the tenets of shinobi-hood in Konoha, very likely came from Tobirama himself. It's a philosophy he expresses even as a child (oof).

Which honestly, might have been the best coping strategy they had to deal with the insane pressure cooker of tragedy they were thrown into from a very young age. It's certainly not helped by Butsuma, who practically encourages that philosophy.

But despite saying this... well, it's not like Tobirama can throw away his own bonds either. He can't help himself: he tries to protect the people he loves, as we see when he gets in between Butsuma and Hashirama when Butsuma is about to hit Hashirama. (Fuck Butsuma, btw. I highly encourage patricide in this case.)

But it's not like Tobirama having totally misguided ideas about how to manage mental health and wellbeing changed the fact that he did institute good in-universe as well.

Hashirama's vision was so insane, but in that time Tobirama supported it full-heartedly and arguablely was responsible for much of the actual execution. He's responsible for the creation of institutions like the Academy, the ANBU, Chunin Exams.

He, unlike both Madara and Hashirama, argues for democracy and an election of the leader by the will of the people, which is definitely an unusual thing for a shinobi to suggest.

Anyway, back to the emotional repression thing. Shinobi sure do love forgetting that anger is an emotion (hi Kishimoto this one's definitely on you as a dude), and Tobirama absolutely gets angry, and doesn't seem to recognize that it is an emotion. Classic toxic masculinity at work, thank you very much Senju Butsuma.

This isn't to say that he's a perfect character, or an evil character either. I like him because I think he's imperfect. He has so many flaws, but he's always trying to do (what he thinks is) the right thing, which is a great setup for a very interesting character. Absolutism in a character tends to be much less interesting than struggle, contradiction, and desire.

Anyways I think my thoughts can be summed up as:

#.txt #hes my blorbo ! cna you tell ithink about him a lot. #he kks obt (and sometimes mdr n hsrm) occupy a big fat chunk of real estate in my brain #this is NOT a proper analysis or laid out argument or anything #ya girl b thinkin out loud. it's an incoherent rambling on one of my fav characters. #not even gonna touch on the u chiha thing i think that would take a whole separate and much longer post #I won't get into the argument about whether xyz is a ''good'' person or not #first of all that's tiring; second I think that by the standards of modern reality no one in Naruto-verse is a good person #it's important to identify what moral standard you're judging the characters with #and often people switch rapidly between canon-verse n reality OR two people argue from separate standards which obviously leads to conflict #tobirama

[mindfulbirdsong]

Depression

The emptiness within me is an all-consuming hunger, never satisfied no matter how much I feed it. In my despair, I wander lonely and forgotten paths in a city of shadows, as if cursed to remain hidden by the lightless night . Nothing survives here: Not a single bird or a single tree graces this hollow land.’ The windows are blind eyes with no sight to offer,

As I rot inside my own skin, I lie to myself over and over again— further draining away what little life remains within me. My body becomes dust and sand in the desert of my own soul; I cry out like a lamb led to the slaughterhouse, but there is no mercy - I am both butcher and blade, hunter and prey.

All that's left now is an icy chill snaking through my veins like a flood of death and desolation. Even the air feels heavy like lead and there's nothing more to do but accept the pain - living only half as much while slowly killing off the rest.

#journal #poem #poetry #wordporn #depression #mental health #mental illness #borderline personality disorder #actually borderline #contemporary poetry #modern #free verse #original poem #original poetry #original post #original poets on tumblr

[millionsnife]

@halcyon--mind || u want sum blue? u want some yellow?

She's scooped off the couch cushion long enough for him to sit, game controllers in hand before she's plopped back down directly in his lap and handed one of them.

"It's game night," he informs her solemnly as the tv flicked on in time with the Switch. "And I think I'm going to kick your ass at Mario Party." Nai settles his arms around her and gets comfortable with his own controller, propping his chin on top of her head.

"Though if you manage to beat me then I'll consider a prize."

#modern day verse;; it's 2 am in a wendy's #halcyon mind #surprise have a post #plantfam;; the high was worth the pain

[akirakirxaa]

Maybe this vampire thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#ffxiv #vampire au #verse: once bitten #oc: Persephone 'Azem' #ship: distant skies #modern au #gpose #reshade #click the picture for my new cohost post with all the vampire entries listed together #i worked hard on it so please lookie

[song-linked-from-nine-verses]

The Eternal Loop (those four notes will never stop playing)

ao3 link

orr read below!

"There is no way you guys played an MMO with each other-" The Veteran says in disbelief. "Anything else I don't know?"

"We all ended up in a group Discord," Warriors says, then starts to count, "there was me, I mained the bass player in the game so I was the coolest, Midna, who mained the guitar so not as cool as me, Ravio, Marin-"

"Wait, what!? You knew Marin?" The Vet slams the table. "Ravio, why did you never tell me about this?"

"You never brought it up!"

"I don't think it was that important to bring up. It was an insignificant time for all of us anyway. Besides, he never chats or anything… and AFKs the whole time- only coming back for the rewards collection." Warriors says.

"What kind of Dad Lore is this?" Veteran starts throwing his hands.

"Oh yea, there was this guy named Mask as well. He had a voice-changer if he could join VC, and we all thought he was ten, also, he was a massive asshole!" Warriors lets out a chuckle. Knowing how 'Mask' is doing, they wouldn't believe it even if they saw it with their own two eyes. 

"Anywho- Why are you here Ravio? I swear, you haunt me like a ghost." The Vet says. 

"What do you mean? I work here!"

"Uncle???" The Vet yells upstairs. "WHY DID YOU HIRE HIM???"

"WHAT?" his uncle yelled back.

"WHY DID YOU HIRE RAVIO??"

"HUH???"

"WHY D- you know what, NEVER MIND! Let's just start cleaning-" 

— —

Ravio learned two things: a. An old friend of his is starting a band, and b. Another, older friend of his is also going into a band. 

What's with people and music nowadays? Those things barely make money.

And they are both helping eachother sweep the music venue. The two work well together, despite the bickering.

Both of them are hiding their identity with each other. Another reason to not be in a band, in Ravio's honest opinion. You'd think a small town would mean there would be no reason to hide your face to avoid 'fandoms' or what not, but you'd be wrong. Ravio picks up a stack of boxes, which kinda tips over and he almost slips. Gossip goes around like a minish who knows how to fly, and if you ever suck then the whole town knows. Or if you're too good, the town will annoy you to death. Ouch, those boxes were heavy. He'd rather sell gossip than be a part of one.

To be fair, no one actually tried to be in a band since 'last time', so who knows how people will react now. It's just a stupid superstition, and he thinks nothing would really happen if their identities are revealed, though Ravio won't sell his friends' information for money. It is super tempting, however.

On the other hand, Warriors is lying. Ravio made a bet to himself that his old friend is lying.

– 

Ravio remembers when the servers of Dynasty: Club Instruments of the Night closed down, the entire Discord group went on the game for one last time. It closed at midnight, and the hour that led up to that, everyone pulled out their main and played their instruments. 

If you have never played, this game had a fully fleshed instrument system, if you mapped it to all the keys on your keyboard. Console might have had a little less notes, but was basically still functional. 

Video games are amazing. It was the best virtual jam session ever, especially when you're friends with people who could play.

To be fair, other than his own crew, the rest of the people made wildly horrible tunes and it felt like a spam session of people button smashing.

Thirty minutes before closing, a few of his gang had to leave. But not after one last song.

Warriors typed in the chat: "I don't want to say goodbye yet."

He asked if they could play "kiitos". It's a song where he starts with a four note loop, and all the other instruments will start layering each other. Most of them just followed Warriors to know when the loop ends, although there were times he accidentally forgot to continue the next verse.

One. Two. Three. Four. Warriors started out lonely.

One. Two. Three. Four. One by one, each person started blending in with their own instruments.

One. Two. Three. Four. One last time before the loop ends.. wait-

One. Two. Three. Four. Ravio typed in the chat, despite never talking in game: "Warriors, you forgot to end the loop"

One. Two. Three. Four. He didn't play the next part, and kept looping those four notes instead.

One. Two. Three. Four. Midna typed in the chat: "pretty boy, you're trying to keep us here forever"

One. Two. Three. Four. Medli typed in the chat: "hey, we will talk in discord! this is not goodbye forever! ^>^"

One. Two. Three. Four. Darunia typed in the chat: "Big Guy, I Don't Know if I could keep this up, the buttons on my keys are getting Jammed"

One. Two. Three. Four. Marin typed in the chat: "I hope we can keep hanging out forever. I hope we will never go out of touch. I love that this game brought us all together"

One. Two. Three. Four. Ruto typed in the chat: "Marin you're going to make me cry"

One. Two. Three. Four. Mask typed in the chat: "no one cry or i will have to cry as well"

One. One. One. One. Warriors suddenly stopped playing. He typed in the chat: "im- already crying." 

And the next part of the song began.

Whoever told us that this game was nothing but time-wasting, that our time in this game is insignificant, must be an idiot who is lying, Warriors once told Ravio as such.

___ ___ ___

Warriors realizes that Ravio has been staring at him the whole day. Suspiciously staring, even. But everytime he tries to ask about it, the Vet needs Ravio for something else. So the moment they're asked to clean the storage room (it can only fit two people at best), Warriors immediately volunteers.

"My my, I thought I was the master liar around here." Ravio starts whispering as the Vet is outside of ear shot.

Warriors rolls his eyes as he sweeps out all the dust. Is this what it's all about? "Don't you dare tell him you know what I look like, or what my real name is. This town is small enough."

"That's not the only thing you lied about," Ravio seems to mumble behind the ice boxes, but before Warriors could ask, he quickly says, "but! What if I just give you a picture of his instead? For a fair price of course!" 

Warriors stares right back into Ravio's eyes, barely peeking from the boxes. That's such a valuable offer - but - does he want to know who exactly the other guy is? While still keeping his own face a secret?

"Your pick Mr. Bass Hero Sir! But I bet bassists don't pick." 

—- —- —-

"Ravio, whatever you sold him, I hope you ripped him off." Legend says once he is sure the Captain can't listen.

"Ho, it depends on what you deem a rip off. Fifty rupees for a can of Lon Lon is very much valid in my opinion. But I did try to offer interesting pics of yours-"

"Ravio for the last time, do not sell my apple tree pictures and call them 'interesting pics of mine'." Legend pinches the bridge of his nose. "Did you actually offer him that-"

"At least he didn't buy any!"

"I wonder if we can make 'Timeline Breakers' lose all their slots for the stage?" Legend asked.

"No can do, I only answer to the owner." Ravio says. "But you can totally bribe me!"

"I am the owner!" Legend says as he pretends to takes out his wallet. "How much?"

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There was a time when nothing mattered more playing online with his friends. Warriors' entire life before that was dull, he made acquaintances, not friends. He was a nobody, walking through life like a rock floating through a river.

It's strange how much a year can change someone.

Before that, they were faceless people, just words on a screen. Ravio would always say he knew everyone's faces though… 

Sometimes, Warriors wonders what would happen if all those people never logged onto the game.

He can still see his old friends in his current enemies, ironically enough. The Rancher's way of playing reminds him of Midna, despite playing different types of guitar. Sailor's tunes remind him of the songs Medli used to hum during lobbying. The Vet, well, he adorns his clothes with hibiscus. 

Funny how sometimes your friends can almost reincarnate, but they turn into your rivals instead.

Warriors might even say that makes him hate them even more. For reminding him of his old comrades. He doesn't want nostalgia right now. Maybe another day, but not today. Today is for work, and he will pretend none of that happened, just for one day. 

He wishes that had never stopped playing those four notes. Just to keep them there for a tiny, tiny bit longer.

Sometimes, he wonders what would happen if all of them still kept in touch. 

—- —- —-

--- /dear Origami JP, I hope you don't mind that I took inspiration of one of your videos to write this chapter. anyways love your music

#9 verses #a song linked from 9 verses #linked universe #linkeduniverse #a song linked from nine verses #modern au #band au #post rock #lu warriors #lu ravio #/i really like the “HWs events is actually them hanging out playing video games together” idea tbh #/also #/this is your cue to go listen to kiitos by origami jp #/do it #/im begging you its so good like holyyyy shittt #/no panini no life real #/also bonus points if you realized what the MMO references #stuff that references other stuff

[think-through-pen]

Love, You Saved Me!

It was raining when I met you.

You threw your jacket on my shoulders,

and a warmth I had never known filled me,

thrilled me with flickers of joy and peace.

I was in a trance.

.

Your eyes did not look like a prince's

but they were honest and caring.

When my soul was hanging by two fingernails,

and I could neither pull myself up

nor move for fear of falling off.

Sweat filled my shoes and a vulture

circled me, as if waiting to see my body,

splattered, squashed and bloody.

I could not cry for help, for my throat had run

dry, barren;

as if a bunch of husk was stuck in my throat.

.

You pulled me up and kissed my blood-soaked fingers.

Your gaze made my heart bloom a rose

in its core; the one which I still look after.

You hugged me, wrapping me in your arms;

the dryness left, the husk dissolved,

and I spoke what I had been trying to speak:

"I love you! You save me every time."

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[thegreatstrongbow]

Sometimes I try and think about Beleg's sexuality but the answer is just that he woke up. Learned what sex was. Decided he wanted to have lots of it. He never questioned it.

#he has issues re sex itself post torture but sexuality was never a problem for him #even in modern verses i just think this man knew he was bi from day 1 #ooc #headcanon #its my tag this can go in there

[spiderwarden]

Minthara is that woman that has 10-15 pillows at the head of her bed.

#[ 🕷️ ] —— musings #[ modern verses yes but also in general ] #[ the last post got me thinking about it ferally ]

[70won]

current timeline johanna is the type of girl to put all her best friends in a groupchat and send them an array of nu/des she wants to send her latest fling so her besties can pick for her and hype her up

#the way I can’t call it modern verse bc thg is post apoc 🚶🏽‍♀️ #but also I knew people in uni who did this and I was like this is so brave of you #feels very johanna core #STUDY : HEADCANONS .

[gxdmade]

@chatcambrioleur asked: [Fake Dating]

This guy botherin’ you, babe??? 😤😤😤😤😤 [ flirt ] when someone else shows interest in receiver, sender steps in and makes it clear they're "taken".

He felt a slim arm around his waist, pulling him back against something soft. It took a moment to register just who was behind him, still sort of reeling from how the guy in front of him just won't piss off. The downside of clubbing he supposed.

And having long hair, he supposed. The man originally mistook him for a woman, hair currently loose and flowing down his back. It hid a good portion of his form, stopping just above his, admittedly, pretty nice waist that curved out into somewhat wider hips. Really, Usopp understood, but even when the misunderstanding was cleared up, the guy seemed drunk enough to decide that he'd still lay it on thick.

At this point, it was starting to make the sniper incredibly uncomfortable, a sort of pit forming in his stomach. He knew drunk men to be one of two ways when it came to rejection. And with the other's increasingly frustrated tone, it was starting to sound bad.

Thankfully Nami, ever his savior, slid an arm around him possessively, her sharp tone bringing immense relief to Usopp. He put an arm around her, playing his part. Though...he still didn't want to piss the guy off any further. "Ah, it's uh, it's nothing. I think he just had a little too much to drink."

#bravery at its finest! {ic} #god has spoken {answered} #embrace modernity {post ts verse} #chatcambrioleur i walk in like a dime piece; i go straight to vip; i never pay for my drinks; my entourage behind me {nami & usopp} #chatcambrioleur #BESTIE TAG BESTIE TAG BESTIE TAG