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* verses.

revisiting this post the more i come up with, but my verses so far include:

canon: (ft. geto, third year student ; geto, star vessel association leader ; getwo, ???)

au: geto manages to get it together before he spirals completely and continues on as a teacher.

au: inari!geto. fox god, with motives that vary from mischief to malevolence.

au: college, but without the supernatural. self-explanatory and mundane. for anyone interested, feel free to pop into my ims. no curses or spirits - everything is fine and dandy.

kny verse: hashira geto. alternatively / bonus: upper moon getwo.

bleach / burn the witch verse: tba!

witcher verse: tba!

#* save.#* tba.

@manaborn . . .

❝ minutes? ❞ he echoed, caution coating his tone even as he began muttering complaints (mostly to himself), nose scrunched in disgust while passing a few with hesitant steps ❝ fantastic. never thought i’d get to check off ‘almost being eaten by space slime’ from my bucket list. ❞ although it’s mildly gross and incredibly terrifying sam couldn’t help but remain fascinated. maybe once they reach a less dangerous strip of hall he could pester gwen with the usual round of rattled off questions. taking her advice with a slight nod, sam focused on slowly sweeping the stream of light across their path, careful not to stray too quickly from the bits of live ooze which continued to grind and gurgle like someone’s clogged garbage disposal trying its best to break down the remnants it’d been stuffed with. a shudder snakes up sam’s spine at the thought.. who knows how many others had been here before they’d stumbled across it.

the noise continued for some time, fading in and out as the distance grew and the two made their way deeper inside the ship’s abandoned passageways, the darkness here felt like it’s own entity, suffocating in its thickness and lying in wait.. prepared to swallow them whole if the other creatures hadn’t gotten to them first. the hunter’s movements come to a halt once he reaches a large metal door he’s hoping will lead to the control room. glancing around with his flashlight’s beam following suit, sam can only make out the rusted text in a language he doesn’t recognize that’s been engraved in the door’s frame.

❝ any chance you can read that? ❞

#manaborn #* tba.#( absolutely don’t feel the need to reply unless you’d like too. i’m just tryna flex the sam brain muscles and this felt fun! )

tag drop -- organization

#✧･ﾟ: MUNDANE / one must always be careful of books. )#✧･ﾟ: MUSING / did you even exist at all. )#✧･ﾟ: QUEUE / we are but dust and shadows. )#* tba.#✧･ﾟ: HEADCANON / who is tessa gray. )#✧･ﾟ: ASK / words have the power to change us. )

I’m literally not gonna be able to have tags until I go back home like, wednesday night

#* tba.#I KNOW TWO CHARACTER TAGS AND RELATIONSHIPS TAGS BUT LIKE STILL #I NEED MY BOOKS AND THEYRE AT HOME

❛ she’s awful mean, you know, ❜ war purrs, hand reaching out to brush fingers against his bicep. ❛ not following through in her promise to let you have a little fun. ❜ sure, it isn’t UMA’S fault that ben got away, but still --- it would have been a lot more fun for everyone if he hadn’t. ❛ she really should have let you scuff him up a little before noon ; show mal you meant business. shame. ❜