#modernverse.

[inmiasmarchive]

@supes-up  ||  tender love and care

They’d kept the lights low and the blankets piled high. The movie, or show or whatever was left to Marjorie herself. No doubt that she’d know exactly what the best to put on for their first night together in ages. Never mind the details. As long as the impression was there, Sleep could string something together.

No warning necessary, she pulled Marjorie in close with a breath huffed through her nose; restrained laughter that was best kept in. With her sister tucked in close, she shimmied into their little nest of sorts and got comfortable. Buried in soft fabrics, the scent of warm dust pervaded the air.

Was this fine? Was this enough? She shifted to get a look at Marjorie’s face and she held her closely in her lap. The light from their TV screen changed the colours of her locks and pajamas with the changing scenes.

[laridaion]

🌈 IC PRIDE PROFILE 🌈

made by @akumeis

IC.

NAME; legolas tranduillion AGE; 21 (???) ETHNICITY / NATIONALITY; mixed heritage - chinese primarily REAL LIFE FACECLAIM; luhan IDENTIFIES AS; homoromantic demisexual PRIDES ATTENDING; wherever he is, usually london ATTENDANCE FREQUENCY; he’ll be there every year, every day of parades and festivities. he loves a good party. TYPICALLY ATTENDS; with his partner or with his friends. DEMEANOUR IN ATTENDANCE; legolas is the wide-eyed and innocent one at pride. he’ll wear flowy clothes and pride flags on his cheeks, and flowers... everywhere. he saves the drinking for evenings, and spends the whole day out in the sun, singing and dancing freely. he is drawn to parks and green areas, and will make sure to relax in the shade often. STALL HOSTING; he likely has gotten his father to have a stall set up with free water for parade-goers; the scent of fresh flowers hangs heavy around it. OPEN TO INTERACTION WITH MINORS / PEOPLE OF FAITH IN ATTENDANCE; legolas loves children, and will do his best to make sure any minors in his vicinity are doing well; he’ll often sing with them or offer flowers for their hair. people of faith have a safe place with him, and he will happily talk to those with open ears. OPEN TO GOING TO BARS / DRINKING; legolas will happily gravitate towards bars as soon as evening falls. he drinks, though not overly much. 

OOC.

henlo this is nea!! your local lesbian is here and queer and ready for pride!!! its funny to write about a modern legolas, which i rarely do (he’s always a sweetheart though). i’m hoping to attend oslo pride this year (i’ll be 18!!) for the first time. happy pride month! <3

[moonsedge-blog]

   VERSE / MODERN.

   FACECLAIM: still not defined. for the time being, nana komatsu.

a great & promising criminology student. makes cs go knife openings has a huge knife collection of all types displayed proudly on her room & has a love for classic literature since she was a kid.   lives all alone in her apartment, -- the only place in town that will always be amazingly tidy & clean.

[lastrituals-a-blog]

@speaking-through-strings liked for a modern au starter!

          ‘ Ah -- I’m sorry, I am afraid I cannot help you. I am also new around here -- I do not know this area very well. ‘

[shorelinesiren]

[MODERN AU][PRANK WAR] Zevran does his best not to laugh as he removes all of Isabela's beautiful underwear from the drawer, replacing it with all manner of granny panties. Ah, this will be so worth the slap she gives him!

Pulling her towel about her and tucking the edge, Isabela moved into her room with a hum upon her lips, one of her hands shaking through her damp hair. She opened the drawers of her dresser, drawing from them a couple of articles of clothing before tossing them onto the bed and opening her top drawer… only to be greeted by the most hideous collection of underwear that she had ever laid eyes upon.

The drawer was slammed shut, and she snatched up the shorts that she had pulled from the other drawer, stepping into them and tossing her towel to the side as she slipped her shirt over her head. Isabela fumbled, buttoning and zipping the shorts as she stormed from the room, one obvious name in mind—

     ”ZEVRAN!”

[shorelinesiren]

prxnceps: 

He heaved a sigh long and weary enough to wake his ancestors. “Public indecency.”

Pausing in the doorway, Isabela gripped the threshold, staring straight ahead, "Oh Maker--..." She pulled the door closed behind her, but didn't bother locking it before she started downstairs into the still fairly active bar that she had been calling her home for almost a year now, cell phone clutched to her ear, "You at the Keep or something? Shall I come sweep you away?"

[shorelinesiren]

"I’m in jail."

"…that explains the collect call." She replied flatly, sitting up from her bed and reaching for her boots in the dark. It wasn’t quite instantly that she actually realised what he had said… or… who was on the other end of the phone…

"WAIT—" Isabela shot upright, "Sebastian? You’re in jail? For what? Preaching on private property without a permit?!” Her boots were on in an instant and she was already headed for the door.

[shorelinesiren]

"...Hawke is going to be the death of me." She murmured, releasing the man's shirt as they were greeted by the outdoors and the dark of Lowtown, the sound of traffic, the sudden lack of screaming and loud music... Her head was spinning... "The bloody death."