#verse: tbd

[indirecticn]

@dr-foster

how it begins is purely accidental. at least, that's what he says to himself when recalling the heated moment outside that grimy excuse for a tavern in this spit of a midgardian city.

he didn't mean to follow the man, it just happened his path was also loki's path. he didn't mean to catch the man unawares when the man began to fumble in his jacket for what loki realizes is something of a knife.

a poor excuse for one, but sharp and winking in the moonlight, and a danger to midgardians at least.

but what loki did do, with all the intention to see it through poured into the action, was catch the man's wrist and twist it behind the man's back until the bones gave a most satisfying crack, paired with the man's hoarse holler.

and a woman's scream, there was that too, and he supposed she never had any intention of being mugged so two accidents and here loki was doing the right thing. sort of.

he had thought of it as a one time deal, a sort of, well.. i didn't MEAN to cross that path but since i DID, and since i needed a little action to work out this frustration on, why not save the day, just once?

but then it happened again... and again.... and again... and each time it became a little less accidental until loki was now watching for a foul midgardian to fuck up and deserve a bit of godly retribution. thor couldn't know, nor his friends, nor val (well maybe val would understand, he thought.) because they would put a stopper in this delicious new drought he was imbibing.

heroics in the shadows allowed for him to release the pent up energy, the pent up... something, gnawing at his bones like nidhoggr at the roots of the world tree. whatever it was he refused to name it and instead sated the sensation with blood and bone from those who deserved to have both spilled and broken.

it was a shame that his secret had a life of it's own and seemed to guide him to cross paths with yet another letch following some woman on purpose.

because the woman, in question, happened to be... " my lady, are you oh-oh fuck me with a norn stone."

loki had a foot on the man's back, the midgardian knocked clean out, and his hand had reached out to none other than doctor jane foster. of all the fucking people!

#verse: tbd #dr-foster #sajflkajflakf im so excited for this

[sinfuljackpot]

+ @webxfshame / @webxfsin asked: ✋for the other cheek too

+ And there it was . There was no turning back now . Certainly not when her other cheek had felt the same sharp treatment it's twin had . Tossing the finished round of laundry into the basket at her feet, Mary Jane slowly turned , teeth sucking her bottom lip under them for a moment as she found herself grinning at her husband . Oh, she was going to have fun with this . Leaning back against the dryer, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, clearly intent on teasing him with showing just enough of herself .

" Either put me over your knee, Tiger, or rip these off of me. Either way, you are not getting out of here without making it up to me . "

#webxfshame #verse: tbd

[shyravenns]

The au that’s constantly on my mind is the one where both McCoy and Spock have prosthetic limbs. 

McCoy who lost his left arm during that scene in STID, and is given an arm that can easily connect with the ships medical database, so that he can access whoever’s files when necessary. It works as both a computer AND a tricorder, so he’s able to diagnose you by gently placing his hand on you and get a diagnoses on the spot. (Constantly monitoring Kirk’s vitals, especially after what happened with Khan. In the back of his mind he will always see Kirk’s vital signs go completely flat)

Spock who lost his right leg as a child after being bitten by the Le-Matya. The prosthetic itself doesn’t have any fancy features like McCoy’s, but it’s gorgeous. With Vulcan calligraphy and art painted on it, and it’s a beautiful shade of blue that blends in well with his science blue color of his shirt.  

#hmm honestly this could be a spones thing #spones #leonard mccoy #spock #verse: tbd #i just think we need to see more prosthetics in st #i don't have any prosthetics but i'd love to hear from people who do and their thoughts on it #when school isn't beating me over the head with an iron skillet ill try to draw this #star trek aos #star trek #just....spock helping mccoy get used to his new arm

[sankta-alina-s]

(continued from here) @starlsssankt

Alina did her best not to shrink back when Aleksander neared her, but her instincts couldn't ignore the sense of being near a predator. For a predator was what he was, far different than the dashing man she'd met at Genya's company party.

"You're fucking delusional is what you are," she said, the words near above a whisper.

The icy retort gave the impression Alina was more confident than she felt. The whole experience thus far felt as if it wasn't actually happening to her; it was the only way she could keep it together.

"This isn't a movie; you can't just get away with things like this."

#verse: tbd #r: like calls to like #starlsssankt

[spinxeret]

+ @localwebslingers I Continued from here ( X )

+ Mary Jane was NURSING her own slew of CUTS herself, along with a lingering SORENESS in places that she knew would translate into BRUISES by the time the next morning rolled around . Compared to the utter CHAOS that lay around both herself and a certain SUPERHERO though ? She had gotten the better end of the deal in every possible way. And not just because she wasn't currently laying on the GROUND groaning and nursing even WORSE soreness .

Clearly they had PICKED both the wrong night and the WRONG person to try and MUG .

" Are you KIDDING me ? It looks pretty bad to me ! " She answered in an incredulous tone . While she had never been an EXPERT in it , she had taken enough FIRST-AID classes in school to KNOW when something was only going to get WORSE if it wasn't treated quickly . What she was LOOKING at now seemed to fit that BILL in every possible way .

" I'm fine , I promise ... at least I THINK I am ... " The words had BARELY cleared her lips when she took a SMALL step forward, STUMBLING instantly as pain erupted throughout her entire leg .

#localwebslingers #verse: tbd

[watsonjackpot]

+ @mutantmuses asked: "I'm not a sadist, I enjoy just being able to be witness of the loneliness and fear." { From Felicia }

+ " Even if you're not a SADIST , then I think it's pretty clear you STILL need a night out just to ourselves . " Hand cocked on her hip, aware of how TEMPTING the sliver of bare skin exposed between the top of her pants and the BOTTOM of her shirt , Mary Jane arched a brow in her friend's direction . " C'mon, I promise . An hour or two of CHASING THE BLUES AWAY with little ol' Mary Jane, and you'll be good as new . "

#mutantmuses #verse: tbd

[imthecleric]

"Well you are. You are perfect."

[ @hiisheart - x ]

#hiisheart #dash commentary #verse: tbd

[draconigena440]

Vladimir felt more than heard the young woman his mother Igraine, brother Artur, sister Morgaine and uncle Myrddin told him about come up behind him as he was setting up what he would use as his office in Camboglanna's hospital, "Kiara yes?" He asked as he looked up and cocked his head ever-so slightly so he could hear her before carefully turning around. He was young, only twenty-three and he hoped the young Briton in front of him wouldn't be able to tell.

#rp posts #verse: tbd #apurekindness

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @fallesto

“So, that’s love for you…” – her eyes are sad; her voice is sad. She pities the most powerful man in the world who stands in front of her. Not that she really believes in the power of love. Not that she really believes love can change anyone or anything. But it’s still sad. She cannot fully explain why – “Pretty face, slim body, soft voice, long hair, and eyes… Has no-one ever been ready to offer you more?” – she is aware she’s like a piece of art to him. Frozen in time. But she also knows beauty is a curse. Beauty is terror. It overshadows everything else one might be.

She’s already used to him. To his long rants. To his vents that tells her more about his past than he’d ever be willing to tell her. In a way, they’re so similar. In a way, they’re so different. His words should insult her; the number that he throws at her face should offend her. But surprisingly it doesn’t. Deep inside he’s unhappy.

“I do wish good things happen to you, Regulus.” – her voice is soft and honest; a single tear rolling down her cheek. She knows that whatever she tells him, her so-called husband, would not understand – “I don’t think bad about you…I couldn’t anymore.” – even if you kidnapped and disrespected me – “ But I still want more. I want you…” – she reaches her hand towards his cheek and gently caresses it – “I want you to see more in me than all these things you consider love…”

She tilts her head. She knows he will not understand. She doesn’t lie to herself. She will not be able to change him. She is naïve, but not that naïve. But nothing can stop her from trying. Perhaps if she succeeds, it will give them freedom. And perhaps then, they’ll be able to choose each other again.

“I want to show you what I consider love. I want to teach you how to accept love…” – and to reciprocate it. – “I want you Regulus but on my own terms” -- she wanted that from day one. She’s patient. She can wait. And with him she has all the time she needs.

“You can kiss me.” – she states; not that she expects he would.     

#regulus #nunnally #verse: tbd #fallesto #nun! #pitying the most powerful man might be dangerous #be careful there #another old one #but i am sometimes so slow #[ queue. ]

[okruchlodu]

              ❝  a thousand bards in the Continent, and yet, somehow, it appears I can never escape the one that makes my ears bleed. ❞ the final words are a blight upon her tongue—a chill of inflection that suggests a sharper edge to her tone.  As the hour's grown later, her mood has soured, and Jaskier seems to have provided himself as the perfect target for her ire.  ❝  bard...❞ Yennefer more sneers than smiles in lieu of greeting, fixing a startlingly violet gaze upon him as the sorceress sits at the table nearest the fire, swathed in black silks and plumes of sweet, white smoke spilling over her like a mantle of silk from the silver cup set near her upon her table.

@stellanimarum

#eee!! #& jaskier #& jaskier - stellanimarum. #verse: tbd #at some inn probs...just gotta decide the timeline/verse.

[boybreaded]

ANSWERED

@lazaruhs said: follow me, and stay quiet. [ meme ]

Peeta wasn't the most sneaky. His footfalls were decidedly not quiet. He knew this. He learned it initally from his brothers who complained to him when he would get up in the middle of the night to relieve himself. Sharing a room with them was not the worst, but he did try to be quieter after the first complaint. The second complaint came from his mom, and well it really stuck with him then for at least a weak. So he came up with ways to be quieter.

None of them mattered in the middle of the arena.

But he was trying. He gave Cato a look because at the current moment the one making the noise was him. It wasn't a look of challenge, it was more so flirting between the line of a bit of making fun, and reading the room. He then nodded and followed the other. After a few moments where they seemed to stop again, Peeta finally whispered, working to make sure even the wisps of his breath in the whisper didn't carry, "What's the plan? I can't help if I don't know."

#I tried to make more dubious as to time frame #lazaruhs #answered #meme response #verse: tbd

[phoenix-flamed]

*throws a snowball at him*

Omg. The snowball makes impact before he even has a chance to fully realize what just happened.

Cue slow blinking, then his head just as slowly raising to cast that green-blue gaze upon Maru's face. Finally, an unexpectedly broad grin breaks out across his features, one that easily reaches the corners of his eyes -- and those, in turn, catch just the smallest twinkle of mischievousness that had until now felt long-lost to time and tragedy.

Leaning down, a handful of snow is scooped up and packed firmly into a decently-sized ball, which is then hurled in the direction of the Dominant.

"If it is a battle you want, my friend, then it is a battle you shall have!" He's teasing, of course -- well, mostly. It is a snowball fight, after all.

#Audiences #Verse: TBD #primalvessel #omg omg omg aldjglkdglk SNOWBALL FIGHT WITH MILES? #I realized after writing this that I could have set it in modern verse too #I'LL DO MODERN VERSE NEXT TIME THESE TWO INTERACT !!!!!!

[sinfuljackpot]

+ @mutantmuses asked: [  OFFICE  ] { From Ivy }

+ Managing a night-club had been a harder task than Mary Jane had expected . And considering she had expected quite a bit ? She was amazed there had been nights she'd left the establishment on time . Even as the subtle boom of the speakers downstairs continued to echo up through the floor, it was a different kind of music that Mary Jane was letting fill the room around herself and Ivy . Reclined back in her chair, her button up shirt open and exposing the black bra underneath, she let the paperwork across the desk be forgotten about as she tried to focus solely on the feeling of Ivy's lips and touch .

#mutantmuses #verse: tbd #usfw

[shinobinvku]

A woman in a hooded cloak with sharp golden eyes pulls the dark-haired stranger into a cramped, narrow alleyway, trying to avoid someone following her. Their faces are too close for comfort. 'Sorry. Play along' she mouths to him.

For @prettyboywarrior || Xaos [x]

Normally, he would have swung on the woman as an instinct reaction, but it became abundantly clear she was in need of help. He gave a slow, tiny nod. He wouldn't just leave her to whoever she was hiding from.

Tension builds as the sound of footsteps approaches the two, a group of shinobi in hannya masks by the looks of them, with their hands resting white-knuckled on their blades. The woman glances over her shoulder and draws closer to the dark-haired stranger until their bodies are pressed firmly against one another.

“Kiss me.” She demands in a low tone, placing her hand on his cheek.

#shinobinvku #prettyboywarrior #muse: ryuketsu chitose #verse: tbd #story: tbd

[arxchnoverture]

open

+ " You can't keep a good PARKER down ... " Adrenaline still coursing through her veins, the numerous wounds and tears in her COSTUME making it EVIDENT the fight she'd been through had been a CLOSE one , Mayday was only NOW becoming aware of how much HARDER it was to breathe .

...how many hits HAD she taken ?

#open #verse: tbd #muse: mayday parker

[spinxeret]

+ @azraelblack liked for a one-liner

+ " This is just an EXCUSE to see me in that red dress I have, isn't it ? "

#azraelblack #verse: tbd