#redemption verse

[sennenpharaoh]

He took one look. One hard look at those eyes.

Not a single hint of green in them.

Then that means... this one was...

"Ruwhi... is that you...?"

[eyeless-smiles]

Redemption (Closed RP)

@drcamofthecndless

The Corinthian found it strange to walk in the Waking World once again. Well, technically it was his first time here. The older memories he held of the Waking World weren't truely his own.

And they were the reason why he's back. The Dream Lord wishes for the Nightmare to prove himself redeemed. Perfected. Incapable of failure. And the opportunity to do just that reared its head when Lucienne brought it to Dream's attention that a book was missing from her library.

Well, it is more of an entity than a book. An object of the Dreaming with a mind of its own. If anyone were to open its pages, they would find themselves enthralled by whats written there. And yet, they would not remember what they had read when they closed its covers.

It took Corinthian weeks to find the bloody thing. The book passed itself from mortal to mortal on a whim, captivating historians and scholars and book nerds before briskly moving on in its mission to be read by as many mortals as possible.

Corinthian managed to find it after the book passed itself into the hands of a rather handsome young man with a doctorate. It had been pretty easy to relieve the fellow of his newest possession after a night of generous convincing.

The Nightmare sat in a small local coffee shop. Absorbing the atmosphere of a bright autumn morning from the little corner table he sat at by a spacious window. He sips from a cup of black coffee, idlly sketching in a small leather bound journal resting on his folded knee. The book sat hidden in a leather satchel by his side, quietly calling out to be read.

Corinthian eventually closes his sketchbook and sighs, thinking its about time to let the Dream Lord know of his success. Without an uttered word, he reaches out through his essence, into the Dreaming. Calling for his creator.

'I have the book. Meet with me, Dream Lord.'

[bastarddadsinc]

"Haru, I'm disappointed in you...We're not an axe family we're a ray gun family."

[ladytauria]

"You can't just kill people you don't like, Valeena". "YOu CanT jUsT KiLL pEOpLe YoU dONt liKe, VaLeEnA. What did you expect me to do, shake hands with him?!"

Oh my gooood I love this

Definitely fits in with a “redeemed but still creepy/an asshole Valina” verse omfg. I’m picturing a like… Steven Universe/Lilo & Stitch situation where Chiro is helping her to be ‘good.’

That’s it that’s all I got 😂😂😂😂

@monkeymindscream this is hilarious & I thought you’d like to look at it 😂

[totesamaymay-archive-blog]

@darcylewiscalling

When one went through what Wade Wilson had in terms physical change, it was safe to say that mirrors were the furthest thing from a friend.  The only times that he’d ever had an occasion to use them were when he had to pick foreign objects from his face, particularly shards of glass or metal.  Other than that, there was no need nor reason.

However, it would seem that the universe was conspiring to confuse him, as well as Darcy.

When he’d awoken that morning, he and Darcy were laying in his bed.  They were both naked after the previous night’s activities and Wade was playing the big spoon.  Sunlight streamed through the window and woke him up.  A look at the alarm clock on the nightstand told him that it was only 8:00 am.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, beautiful,” he told Darcy casually, “wanna join me?”  Wade was none the wiser to his physical appearance.

[aquae-melodiam-blog]

“I’m /fine/!”

Myde huffed a bit and made his way over kneeling down. “You are not, you took a lot of hits to the side..” He looked him over gingerly.

[swimswimchan]

🔪

Send a ‘🔪’ for a horror themed starter.

   Throughout her time as a magical girl, Swim Swim had accumulated many remorses. Not exactly regrets, as she didn’t wish to change the outcome. She simply wished it was never necessary in the first place. Multiple times by now already, she had to take up arms against friends and loved ones…

   This time was different, though. Ayana was the one seemingly having someone take up arms against her. Yuri stood before her, with a knife held in her hand. Had Yuri even noticed Ayana was there? She seemed to be in some sort of daze. 

   Regardless, Ayana’s eyes locked with the knife, before staring up at Yuri’s face. Was Yuri going to try to…?

  “Yuri-chan… What are you doing with that knife…!?” 

[sennenpharaoh]

The pharaohs arms were surprisingly comfortable, his head resting just under his chin. They had won, that darkness evaporated from them and hopefully now it was time for them to make a new life. Gently touching his arm "You are forgiven, and always will be. No matter what mistake you commit..i will always forgive you. Because you saved me. Such firm words and orders saved us. I am proud." His injured eye still remaining shut for the time being, while his amber one glanced up at him.

“Shh. Just rest. That’s all we can do now. Just rest.” His quivering lips brushed against the other’s forehead as he just lifted him up to his feet. “Let’s just take you home, to our home, so you can rest.” He knew that Dartz was still weak after that ordeal and would have to rely on the smaller king to assist him. And through all that, a small smile was starting to form on Atem’s face. They won.

“Just think. We’ll be home and finally be able to heal. The both of us. No more restless nights. Just bright mornings when we wake up… and see each other. Won’t that be nice? Play games, tell stories, watch really bad movies.” Okay that last one was Atem’s thing. But to be able to share simple memories without anything big on the table. No fights, no enemies. Just him… living a normal life.

That’s what he wanted.