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vsthehive:

“..You did??” Scott barely remembered, but he thinks he heard someone mention something about time or whatever. Maybe that had something to do with it? He didn’t even want to bother trying to explain it… he’d have no idea what he’s talking about.

“Er…yeah. Something about time I guess??” He shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “When I got here there were like, giant monsters and stuff. It was kind of awesome but I also never wanna go through that again?”

TIME ☆ shenanigans. mmm. she’s not sure she likes the sound of that. with a scratch of her head, the bother’s pushed to the back burner, at least. she’s more bothered with the experimentation. she’s not fond of it.

★ — “ well, “ she says, blowing hair out of her face. “ those lab coats won’t let me take subspace out of the city. i tried. we’ll have to find some other way to get out of here. “

#vsthehive

stellar0gravity:

“I’m sure there have to be other types of stores around! People here seem to wear a lot of different styles of clothes, they had to buy them somewhere, right?”

★ — “ i hope so. i’m guessing you haven’t seen many? “

#stellar0gravity

vulcanheritage:

“It is not hard at all. Of course, it does take practice, but I am sure that someone so adept at coloring their hair could learn how.”

He tried to imagine if something like that could catch on with his people. With the new colony, it seems some old traditions were changing. For instance, there was now an interest in StarFleet enrollment among young Vulcans. But this seemed too different. Or perhaps he just wasn’t understanding it.

“Why do you do that to your hair? Is it for the attention?”

SHE’LL ☆ try not to take offense to that. he seems genuinely curious. still, the mere suggestion makes her a little insecure. does she do it for the attention? she always just thought it made her feel better, but maybe that’s a sign of insecurity...

★ — “ nah, it’s just for fun. “ and that’s all there is to say on that matter.

#vulcanheritage

davestr1d3r:

❝ don’t get all dubious-toned on me. you’re supposed to be giving me a standing ovation and getting all teary-eyed at this wonderful revelation. you’ve been enlightened. you know the truth. ❞

★ — “ nope, you’re gonna have to run through that part about the lizard people again. i’m not buying it. “

#davestr1d3r

onifujimi:

Sugimoto interrupted the bear attack by delivering a strong drop kick to its face. The force coupled with his weight and strength managed to push it back towards a tree. It staggered, but not down.

“Skull’s thick as armor, go for the eyes or body.” He confidently fired the gun, only to be betrayed by its modern design as it shot plastic pellets at the beast. This only angered the bear more.

“What the fuck?”

★ — “ ugh, it’s those stupid kids r’ us weapons...! “

diving in front of the stranger, she aims a clean swing at the raging grizzly’s leg, not hard enough to break any bones, but hard enough to trip it. at least she doesn’t have to fight this bear alone, but... this guy sure does seem to have no qualms about lethally attacking an animal.

is this even legal? she can probably make a strong self-defense case given how messed up this city is.

★ — “ is there a hotline for this kind of thing? “

#onifujimi #animal violence-/

★ — “ a hundred dollars and free chicken nuggets. i could get used to this...! “

#ca mafia aftermath #BEST MAFIA GAME EVER?

attention-deficit-disquirrel

#image.#I WANNA DIE HOLY SHIT

riselution:

well, that’s a little embarrassing.

really, rise knew that she’d had the bag loaded a little too full, and she really should have noticed that broken part of the walkway. but she was supposed to be strong and independent now! at least, that’s what she’d hoped was the case. maybe a little help was good from time to time, and she certainly wasn’t about to turn down a cute lady helper! at least, for now, anyways - she really needed to get dinner started before the frozen meat got all gross.

“ Well, it’s kinda not safe for someone like me walking around alone all the time, so I try and stock up for longer when I go grocery shopping. I figured it was more practical, right? ”

ONCE ☆ she’s put all of the groceries in a neat little pile in the bag, she leans back to admire her handiwork. aw, good job ramona. karma better give her a good bonus. maybe getting out of this scary place, where a teenage girl has to stock up on groceries so she won’t leave the house, would be a good reward. did you hear that, scientists?

★ — “ that really sucks, huh. do you want me to walk you home? i have nothing better to do. i promise i’m not a gang leader or anything, aha. “

#riselution

vulcanheritage:

As usual, he ignored the whispers he often heard when he waswalking down the street. If it wasn’t his ears they were making fun of, it washis hair. Sometimes, it was even his eyebrows. But luckily, Spock was tooliteral to even realize they were making fun of him…most of the time.

“Hm?” Someone was actually talking to him now, and not justtalking about him. He disliked when people stared at him, but he found himselfmomentarily staring at her. It was just that he had forgotten that humanssometimes colored their hair. A Vulcan would be shunned if they walked aroundwith hair like that.

“I do not.” He told her after a moment. “I cut my own hair.”He figured that was obvious.

WHAT? ☆ that has bullshit. how do you get your hair that straight when you cut your own? she has to know his secrets now. this is the next level of hair cuttery. is it some sort of advanced, traditional, lost-in-time technique? or is it advanced alien technology beyond human comprehension? either way, her mission today is to find out.

★ — “ really? how do you manage that? “

#vulcanheritage

kishimatsu:

Staying in his own fucking lane seemed to be a recurring problem for him when it came to accidentally overhearing the mumblings of others.

“A transit system based underground could surely leech a perfume far worse, no? One would imagine installing high quality ventilation into territory where thousands of travellers come, linger, and go would have better access to air quality, I condone those who thought only to remove the airborne toxins from the exhaust and not bodily odors. I do condone those who wilfully urinate in such climates however. What intolerable idiot deigns to believe that out-of-sight could insinuate a vacuum on the aftereffects of their waste.”

“It really does smell like piss and I’d love to give a stern talking to whoever did it.” He wasn’t childish enough to evoke the spoken law of “whoever smelt it dealt it”, though he wasn’t sure if that could apply to piss. “What brings you to the piss-bus anyways?”

JEEZ, ☆ what a wordy intro. ramona barely bothers to accurately comprehend any of it. the actually human language he uses at the end seems to sum it all up anyway. in the end, she probably picked the wrong person to talk to. seriously. what’s up with that bowl cut?

★ — “ taxi’s expensive, “ she says non-chalantly, hoping that’ll put an end to this conversation. she doesn’t have any earbuds to plug her non-existent phone in to.

#kishimatsu

★ — “ whoa, excuse me! “

she jumps in inches past the man once was, and swings the broken piece of metal she picked up off the ground at the bear charging right for her. it’s a narrow miss. she’d use the mallet she was given, but she’s not used to using something as light as wood.

★ — “ sorry, bear attack — you go on ahead! “

@onifujimi

#onifujimi

★ — “ and that’s why you think... the moon landing was faked, but still real anyway. “

@davestr1d3r

#davestr1d3r #let's just start this off how i know its gonna go

★ — “ this is the fifth hot topic i’ve passed by today. there are better stores here, right? right? “

@stellar0gravity

#stellar0gravity

vsthehive:

Scott felt warmth fill his heart with the hug, the emptiness he’d felt since coming to this city fading into a feeling familiarity. He hugged her back tight, lingering in the moment for a few moments.

“Yeah. It’s been such a hard month. Since I got here I’ve had to avoid monsters, people who would definitely kill me, uh, dying in general…” It’s pretty easy to avoid a lot of stuff when you stay cooped up in your apartment, but Scott keeps finding himself in need of going outside, much like today, and he’s so glad he did.

DYING ☆ is a disturbing concept to swallow as something recurring, but she expects nothing less of a sick, large-scale stunt like this. she’s had her fair share of being experimented on, and it isn’t fun. to imagine that scott’s been through something like this for an entire month--...

★ — “ you’ve been here for a month? “ she says in disbelief, pulling back. “ b-but— i swear, i saw you yesterday! “

#vsthehive #GOD SAME

inklived:

rare were the times henry found himself able to drift off into a restful sleep – years upon years of restless nights and mountains of work that kept him awake well into the night had thoroughly destroyed any hope of him having anything akin to a schedule. it had gotten even worse once being drafted; paranoia ran rampant through his mind, keeping him up night after night, gazing over the flock of soldiers that rested around him whilst the unmistakable sound of gunfire filtered in through the window and ricocheted within his skull.

sleeping ( when he was supposed to, at least ) was not a strong point for him, and thus, he often found himself drifting off into a brief doze once deprivation got to be too much. he’d meant to be watching a movie; by himself, regardless of how sad that sounded. however, mere moments in when the room grew dark and the gentle lull of the screen before him had his lids drooping, he’d lost all fight to stay awake.

needless to say, being woken up had not been part of his plans. he’d stirred slowly, lazily, emerald hues fluttering open only to squint back down. sluggishly, he’d feel for the glasses that he’d put in his lap beforehand, brows furrowing in confusion.

❛ th’ what? ’ mumbled he, tone gentle yet raspy from sleep. it took him a moment before the animator seemed to come to, pushing himself up slightly and beginning to blink in order to clear away the haze over his vision. a sheepish smile gradually came to grace his features, finally processing what she’d uttered upon waking him. the thing wasnt even half-way over, and she was ditching? amusement glittered in his tired eyes,“❛ leaving? that bad, huh? ’

LOOKING ☆ over at the cinema screen, the movie makes her point. the main heroine gasps and monotonously recites, ‘ oh you should not have! ‘ before cutting the box open. when it’s lidded. how did this make it to the box office? she shakes her head wordlessly before turning back to him.

★ — “ you don’t actually like this, do you? “ she doesn’t wanna be judgmental, but she is extremely judging at the moment.

#inklived

lunastriker:

“Actually. The ghost monsters were new. Our usual stuff deals with the quote unquote “villains” that also live in this city. Some of them burn things, some of them blow things up, one time we had people convince that humans were bad and a bunch of non-humans took up arms and there was a big war and it was all stinky.“

So stinky.

“Legit monsters not so much. It’s people who are really terrifying in this city. Your roommate could be some eldrict asshole who likes to lurk sewers and eat all the skin off your KFC family size bucket of chicken. Things have been kinda quiet though..other then the wraith thing…”

His demeanor shifted, shoulders drooped, and even his hair spike lost some of the spring. A closer look could reveal him biting his lower lip.

“It’s too quiet. It’s scaring me. I don’t want the people I care about hurt but before the boom. Theres always the silence. So you know. We gotta keep cool and- ”

‘Vigilant!’

”Thanks guys.”

VILLAINS ☆ are a more familiar concept to her. she dated seven of them that banded together on craigslist. but they were lesser threats, one-time things, like mini-bosses. they might have burned things or blown things up, but none of them dared to start an actual war. does it count as a war if its just in a city? still, she’s extremely concerned.

still, it’s admirable how into this these volunteers are. she personally prefers her day job to be easy and decently paying.

★ — “ that’s wild ... “ she says, looking around the office for one last sweep of the eyes. “ do you guys have a hotline? “

#lunastriker #thats CUTE

@vsthehive replied to your post: ★ — “ i’ll make sure old man scotty makes it...

“Watching the late late show doesn’t make me old!”

★ — “ really? what am i gonna do with all the mashed bananas i made? “

#vsthehive

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