@tertiusdecimusfilius continued from here.

It must have felt like a sick game, all of it-- to witness the Emperor's ghastly appearance and how he'd grown paler and somewhat weaker in comparison like he was on the damned Throne all over again. He stared into the nothingness in a daze, though luckily it at least did seem like he was in reality compared to previous times when he would slip into episodes of panic-- his tired eyes looked at Guilliman, yet what met Guilliman's fear and horror was one of hope and warmth, a complete contrast.

Nothing else mattered to the Emperor more than to see his son finally able to live.

Apothecaries had been practically rushed along to witness the Primarch kneeling before the weakened Emperor-- yet Ayhan would be pulled from his chair and away from Guilliman, practically carried to the medbay like he had been wounded by Horus himself all over again. The Emperor only glanced around and attempted to ground himself, barely able to muster the strength to form his words.

Of course, Guilliman's state hadn't gone unnoticed-- the servants that stayed to also ensure Guilliman's well-being were quick to notice the Armor of Fate having been removed from his very being, leaving him in the bodysuit beneath. They scattered like ants, rushing to get the Primarch into his old togas and robes and sandals before guiding him to go see his father.

By the time they got there, the Emperor seemed to have focused enough. While still pale, he focused on many things around his room of the medbay while the apothecaries did their best to tend to him. One of them looked to have carefully been wrapping bandages around the mighty Emperor's neck after applying what looked to be some sort of antidote to it.

It took him a moment to respond.

" ... Roboute. "

" Are you well...? "

" a new one doth ascend. " idle murmured thoughts , the intricate web of eyes he'd weaved around the ring of pride ensured there wasn't a movement he wasn't aware of. not a notable sinner that drew breath. but his attention's quickly grabbed , shifting from the book in hand towards the reptilian overlord ( annoyingly capable of capturing his attention at all times. ) the curl of his lips give him away , sharp lethal edges dulled. no , he isn't looking for a fight.

cover's snapped closed betwixt clawed fingertips , a wisk of bright green magic dissolving the item. zestial shifts in his seat as if to create more room on the already oversized settee , gesturing in invitation. a lean of head , " hath the day been lengthy , @koccodrillo ? "

@abimopectcre    /    continued   ✷   *    Adrian appears as youthful and unchanged as the day they met, but they've lived among humans for as long as they can remember.   This part has never been easy, watching them grow old and gray, knowing that goodbye is fast approaching.   But Adrian is perhaps the only long life species within his inner circle who has the most experience with this.   Yingxing still has a good many years left in him, Adrian thinks as their hand reaches for his to intertwine their fingers, so long as they're not lost to the battlefield.

"This old man is still a dear friend. It is my right to worry."   Even the topic of death will not deter their warmth and liveliness.   "But you, on the other hand, ought to be focusing on yourself. Not when you go, or after, but before. Are you happy, Yingxing? The last thing you want is to leave with regrets."

* VERSE. & |   HONKAI: STAR RAIL.

✧ Fullbody reference for his appearance in this verse. ✧ Alhaitham is of the Erudition Path and uses the Imaginary Element. His primary weapon is a sword that resembles a scimitar, though he also uses refraction and mirrors in his kit. These are technological constructs created through digital means. His combat style heavily resembles the trope of a spellsword in this verse, though he does not use real magic and the skills merely resemble such. He is a quick and efficient fighter, his attacks typically doing widespread damage to swiftly end an encounter. ✧ He is classified as an android and may appear similar to Sheila upon first glance. However, his AI processes are far superior and so advanced that they can barely be distinguished from humans. He was a prototype formerly created by the Aeon of Rebirth ( Deshret's equivalent ) through ancient technology. On most occasions, he only introduces himself as a S.A.P.A ( " self-sustaining autonomous processing android " ) to avoid unnecessary questions and prying minds. Any further inquiries are met with silence, claiming that this data is prohibited without clearance. The name that was given to him by his former creator was Project-[V0L4NS.] Although he does not share this information, a part of him continues to identify with the name in spite of his chosen designation, " Alhaitham. " ✧ Deshret was an Aeon of Rebirth and Wisdom. Many Amber Eras ago he passed away in his incessant pursuit of knowledge and eventually paid the price. Before his ultimate demise, he managed to imbue his project with a fragment of his essence. Like many other Aeons who have passed away, what still remained of him was assimilated into the Erudition Nous and became apart of the greater path, his name gradually being forgotten.

✧ Literally no one knows where he is from and he refuses to elaborate, typically citing that it is confidential information that will not be shared. ✧ He is a member of the Intelligentsia Guild. Although he definitely has the potential to join the Genius Society and was offered to number among their ranks in the past, he has no interest in being put on some pedestal and has been far more content in this more lowkey position. Unfortunately, this invitation has not gone unnoticed and as a result, people still tend to approach him for all sorts of matters, making him a well known member of the guild. He is considered to be highly knowledgeable and analytical. ✧ He keeps to himself and is hard to find unless he wishes to be found. Most members of the Intelligentsia Guild know not to bother him once he has left the relevant premises and he ensures not to be roped into doing extra hours unless it is necessary. Good luck finding him once he left.

✧ Highly elaborated module for linguistics and ancient script. He utilizes this skill to decipher obscure knowledge that others may be incapable of reading. As such, he has accumulated a vast breadth of knowledge and has access to information that others may not. He is not dissimilar to an archivist, though some may also consider him a knowledge broker. This hails back to the ideals of the Intelligentsia Guild of circulating knowledge like currency, albeit Alhaitham rarely shares what he knows unless it is a fair trade — and even then, he only offers a miniscule percentage of it. ✧ Similar to his main verse, his " headphones " double as an auditory processing device, though they cannot be taken off and are an inherent part of his being. Eavesdropping is exceptionally easy and they are also able to record surrounding sounds, such as ongoing conversations. ✧ His eyes are cybernetic and capable of scanning their environment to draw information from it. This also includes thermal vision, enhancing to view greater detail, being capable of discerning the components of what he is looking at, etc. These eyes resemble his original ones in design, however upon closer inspection they have noticeably mechanical parts. ✧ He shares his residence with Kaveh ( @ksharhrewar ), a famous engineer who primarily works at Herta's Space Station. Although their relationship has its ups and downs, they ultimately benefit from each other's presence and Kaveh is the only one he trusts for maintenance.

Design & art credit © Genshin Poker

g.en v verse (i haven't watched the boys and have literally no intentions to. if that matters.)

mikayla's mom is a superhuman with the alias aphrodite. her abilities are basically identical to that of the goddess (love/desire-related powers, hypnotism, insanely hot, etc.) she still abandons mikayla and leaves her with her piece of shit father, who is just human, because fuck that guy. her mom mostly just stars in movies and shit.

mikayla's abilities consist of super strength and hypnotism. it's the exact same thing as her powers in her main verse, except it's just not called charmspeak, because that's a pj.o thing. (it differs from cate's powers because mikayla doesn't have to touch anyone for it to work; she just has to be intentional about her words and want to make the person listen to her. also, it's less powerful, because it always wears off over time, leaving the person with no memory of why they did what they were told to do.) also, she's hot. pretty privilege in all verses for this bitch, unfortunately.

she almost always had the ability to manipulate people into doing what she wanted, but when she was a child, the ability was weak, to the point where she didn't even realize she had powers and just thought that people were that willing to listen to her. it wasn't until a heated argument with her dad when she was fourteen that her powers really started to manifest, because she told him to choke, and he did, until he died. the super strength came later, when she almost nearly killed another person in a fight.

mikayla guilts aphrodite into providing for her after her father's death, despite wanting nothing to do with her. she gets mikayla into g.od u when she's older, mostly just so she doesn't have to deal with her any more than that. she majors in performing arts, because she doesn't give a shit about being a hero, frankly.

since her dad has been dead for years, she's not closeted. good for her.

even he has to admit she's pretty impressive. he'd learned a lot about the kyoshi warriors over the years, even had that one unfortunate run-in on the island with them. (has he apologized enough yet for burning the village?) but now he gets to train with one -- a perk and a challenge since joining team avatar.

❝ at this rate, i feel like i should be asking you to hold back. ❞ all of his attacks have been blocked with ease. if he was half the person he'd been not too long ago, he might even be sore about it. but right now, he finds himself impressed and inspired to keep trying.

@tessenwarrior : sc.

FEATURES  FROWN  at  him,  is  he  trying  to  make  her  already  bad  day  worst  ?  (  also  was  it  really  that  obvious  ...  ?  )  it  sounds  genuine  but  with  zuko  who  knows  anymore,  at  least  all  the  times  they've  interacted  it  wasn't  very  nice   &&   pleasant.  most  of  the  time  insults  being  thrown  her  way.  it's  been  a  very  stressful  day  for  her,  so  many  thoughts  have  been  swirling  around  in  her  head.  why  does  he  even  care  or  want  to  talk  to  her  in  the  first  place  ?  thinking  about  it,  is  making  her  even  more  stressed  now. 

❛   why  do  you  care  if  it  is  or  isn't  ?  ❜  voice  sneering,  anger  taking  over  her  voice,  normal  bubbly  voice   &&   personality  going  out  the  window.  taking  a  deep  breath  for  a  few  seconds,  her  features  look  more  apologetic  now.  head  hanging  low,  her  voice  speaks  out  lowly.  ❛ i'm  sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  snap  at  you  like  that.  ❜  ending  her  sentence  with  a  sigh  following  behind. 

@banishmark sent ❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

“am I your dream girl?” — @hawkinshellraiser

For a moment, Billy entertains the thought of going “and miss out on all the lonely men out there?”, just to catch Munson off-guard, just to knock that self-assured smile off his face.

It’s tempting, to say “you will never live up to Hammett”, but then he had to acknowledge that there are enough similarities in their appearances for Eddie to catch onto.

Instead, he lets a gaudy smirk curl onto his lips, squinting a little through his eyelashes, “you wouldn’t want me betraying all the women of Hawkins, would you?”

[ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 ] : sender has made the receiver bleed. / r u still taking these because 👀 — @usurpcr

Armin drags his tongue over his bottom lip, swallows a mouth full of blood before raising his eyes to meet Eren’s — always him, it seems, always the one doing the most hurting. His own knuckles ache, they’ve never fought like this before. Armin had always just been too fragile, more likely to burst a lung than he was to get even a glancing hit in.

I’m not a runt anymore, he wants to say, but he keeps the words to himself because he isn’t sure Eren would even listen. Besides, he’s the one on the floor, cradling an arm to his chest and Eren is not.

“You gonna hit me again?” He asks softly, shakily climbing up his feet, managing to look both unimpressed and hurt, emotionally, by Eren. His mouth tastes like iron and salt, there is a divide between his mind and heart that he doesn’t want to acknowledge while the very reason for it is close enough to touch.

“Everyone missed you. I missed you.” Missed him enough to try and bash his head in on against the heavy, mahogany table but if asked, Armin will deny that death was the end goal —if anything, he will say his emotions took hold of him and they are many and they are like a wildfire.

“Did you miss me?”

“Tell the boys where to find my body.”

fall out boy : infinity on high album … sentence starters 

Words meant as a jab to comrades fallen from grace had echoed through the very depths of the Warp, through the hordes of daemons and towering spires of flesh and tentacle, of plague and disease and illusions and blood and pleasure, to the very darkness of ever-changing plains that not even daemons dared to tread save for the very daring that hoped to seek deliverance and leech off of Chaos like a parasite. Within these depths was the conscience, the soul, of a man that dedicated his life to Mankind, his very being, to constantly battle the depravity of the Ruinous Powers. His eyes opened, golden irises suddenly peering through the dark... and his fists clenched at his sides where he sat.

...And, somewhere else, Chaos Space Marines now loomed on the surface of another planet, prepared for the battle continue as they looked upon the very Space Marine that had once been considered 'battle brother'. Chainswords revved, voices muffled by helmets-- but perhaps one thing was evident: the odds seemed to be against a remaining Luna Wolf... that is, until a flurry of words would suddenly attempt to pierce the mind of the fallen Marine.

RISE. RISE RISE RISE, SON OF HORUS. STAND.

If it were to succeed... a mental image would form, as He called upon him through the very Warp,

DO NOT LET THEM SUCCEED. RISE. I SHALL ASSIST YOU. RISE. BREATHE.

few are held in such high regard by him , zestial knew from the start better than to underestimate her. the webs of informants he'd spun had spoken of capabilities that far surpassed even other overlords. he'd inspected his fair share of statues gilded with veins of gold in unabashed interest , those who could not heed the warning of a rattling tail faced the wrath.

it was something zestial of all demons could admire. evident in how he moves past the carnage left in her wake with a practiced ease , long lithe body bending at the hip to inspect the craft with a tilt of head. his voice rumbles with echoing aura, the screams surrounding them a comfort rather than a bother. " thy handiwork is unmatched as it hath ever been @chthonicrage . "

@bridgeirton inquires: [ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE. always accepting.

It’s another long night in the study of scratching away at his father’s seemingly endless correspondence, his head leaning further on his hand. The eldest Holmes feels his eyes close more frequently as the minutes while away into hours, finding it harder to pull himself back into awareness and the task at hand. 

The next thing Elijah knows he’s weightless and small. It’s a completely alien sensation but not at all an unwelcome one, especially paired with the melodic sound of footfall against wood, the rain on the windows and roof, and the familiar scent and warmth against his cheek. He smiles— light, easy, and unguarded— and inclines his head, attempting to press closer. 

“Anthony,” he breathes, dreamy and reverent. He thinks he hears a shushing sound, perhaps the rumble of words through his chest, but lets himself be lulled by his heartbeat. 

It’s only when he feels himself being laid down, the comforting weight and coolness of the sheets and blankets being drawn over him, a lingering kiss pressed against his temple, that his eyes open at half mast, hand reaching out to cup Anthony’s cheek.

“Stay,” he murmurs, sweet and soft. “Until morning. You should rest.” 

he has to wonder what it's like ... to be so free, to connect with others the way that aang does. maybe that's why he's the avatar: his ability to bring people together, no matter where they go. there used to be a time where the banished prince, so hellbent on destiny and restoring his honor, hated the avatar with every fiber of his being. but now as he watches aang interact with the others, there's a part of zuko that's almost ... jealous. not in the angry sense of it all, but in a way that he feels a part of his own youth had been devoid of what the avatar gets to experience. zuko envies him in the slightest way.

as laughter subsides (that laughter he once found annoying, but is slowly growing on him), zuko finds himself murmuring, ❝ you know ... you're not so bad, avatar. ❞

@bndair : starter call.

cho sang-woo has a crush on you!

°✩₊˚.⋆ anonymous. meme. still accepting!

❝Of course! I'll scare him away, one day. That seems to be my expertise with everyone I meet. Folks see me during one severely unmedicated week and they dip—hey, can you blame 'em? Anyway, I know. It's cool. I guess I wonder how far we'll go.❞

"  you  want  to  train  ...  with  me  ?  "  green  eyes  are  wide,  slightly  taken  aback.  hasn't  her  sister  trained  her  enough  ...  ?  as  much  as  she  would  like  to,  she  figured  she  should  have  natasha's  permission  first  since  they  both  know  yelena  never  holds  back  even  when  comes  to  a  '  friendly  '  spar.  "  you  know  i'd  do  anything  for  you.  but  this  does  not  seem  like  a  good  idea.  did  you  ask  natasha  first  if  i  could ?  " 

@redheadarcher  liked  sc. 

— and if you go, i wanna go with you. | @pumpkinstabs

Billy perches on Michael’s lap like a ruler overlooking a kingdom. His kingdom, as far as he’s concerned, has hair he can’t stop running his fingers through, cheeks he can’t stop tracing the pads of his fingers over in something bordering on devotion. No words leave him as he dips down, presses a kiss hard to Michael’s forehead before he’s pressing himself flat against him, a warm line from where he hides his face in the dark of his neck down to where he’s twined their legs; clingy.

Forcing a hand under Michael’s head, he curled his fingers into the hair near his nape and seems to fall completely limp where he lay, a rare show of his soft, pink underbelly.

“How the fuck are you this warm?” He asks rhetorically, nipping at his jawline before soothing the hurt with another kiss. It was easier to hide a smile this way too, his free hand tracing shapes into the sheets like a lovesick teenager, pushing the envelope between loving and annoying — tinged with a possessiveness not unfitting in starved, feral dogs.