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@sweetfatale
as my last reblog said, i’ve dropped from the group. feel free to unfollow this blog! i’ll probably revamp it in the future or something or go indie once i’m not exhausted. no idea at this point.
if you want to keep in touch, i’m on twitter or you can ask me for my discord tag.
see you!
i realized i'm going to need more time than a hiatus allows, so i'm dropping bad girl (house 110) and jeane (condo 418) from no more heroes. i apologize to those i was threading with.
Both have been dropped!
– ⋆ betelgeuse
if you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not. And I am out there, very dangerous and I am looking for you. Good luck
bornoutlier:
“Super common? How common are we talking about here? Like living among humans common or just invading your home in general?” if that was the case, he really hoped the other didn’t have to meet his kind along the line. That would only lead to chaos. “My thoughts exactly. It’s a useless fight among folks; why not get along, right? I mean, I’m sure the world could be a better place if there are few among who are like us.”
A chuckled at the statement, “Ah– I don’t blame ya. It’s hard to tell our ages apart when we all like the same from the beginning. At least humans have… Well, skins to notice just what is going on in the change term. For us, it’s just we do end up changing armors or a new set of limbs along the way, nothing too fancy.” not that skids ever had to, now that he thinks about it. Attention is drawn towards the noise before once again towards her, “Yep, like carrying humans for an example; but he had to learn to do it, thanks to the war.” it was very crucial after all,
“The higher-ups. You see, most of us aren’t born like humans do. We don’t reproduce, but more like made. Usually, mechs who are made for certain functions are called Cold constructed. And there are mechs like us who are formed from sparks. Sparks are like a soul in human terms and usually our core heart.” tapping against his chest to emphasize.
“Probably... living among humans, I’d say? I’m not sure for how long since I was gone a long while, but it seems really peaceful.” Relatively, anyway. “I mean, sure. I find it pretty damn annoying people want to fight over differences they can’t control in the first place.” A waste to kill people over too, unless it was so extreme.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Kinda helps that genetics make us humans all so different. You guys don’t really have that, right?” She’s sure they’re unique in other ways, though. Even if not their “makes” and “models” or whatever the equivalent is. When her hypothesis is confirmed, she smiles. “So your core heart is like your heart and your brain, kinda? That’s pretty badass. But that means the higher-ups are like your parents, right? Or do you guys not have familial structures?”
harliquinn:
“Crazy…” And she was certifiably crazy. This place was definitely up there with some of the weirder shit she’d seen. “There was this huge fight before it all ended… we all got our stuff back– powers, weapons, whatever. We had to… ‘defend the city’ or whatever but I ain’t very good at superhero-ing and Mistah J definitely ain’t so after a while we just kinda sat around an’ watched.” It all turned out fine in the end so what’s to worry?
“Ooh! I went to Hell once… they didn’t like me so they kicked me out… now I don’t know where I’ll go if I die. Definitely not Heaven… or maybe I’ll get reincarnated into somethin’ cool…” And there she goes, her mind wandering to the idea of coming back as a hyena or something. Part of her wondered if she’d come back as a snail or something after all the bad stuff she’d done in the past…
She turned her attention back to Bad Girl and nodded in agreement. Home wasn’t much better… depending on where she called home. Coney had a lot of weird shit happening and most of it was her fault but at least in Gotham she wasn’t completely to blame. “Sometimes I kinda wish I could go home but then I remember I’d probably be in jail so… I think I’ll take whatever this place has planned for us…” Though as she spoke about looking out for her, Harley’s smile only grew. “I told’ja we’d be best friends! Ya know, havin’ someone in yer corner when things go south ain’t such a bad thing… jus’ call me if ya need anythin’, okay?”
“So they expect you to guard the city too? Jeez-us. Talk about earning your keep.” She scoffs, picking at the whiskey bottle’s label. “City’s nice and all, but I’m not playing hero constantly for a place I didn’t get ask to get sent to.” There were a myriad of reasons why she probably should protect the city, probably integral to her existence there, but none were good enough for her. “Who’s this Mister J guy, anyway?” He sounded important, or at least worth knowing about.
“They didn’t like you? What the fuck?” Never had she heard of something so— “Goddamn weird. Did you fuck it up or something?” She could only imagine, if her new friend enjoyed chaos so much. It baffled her. “Hey, maybe. The after life is fucked enough as it is. Shit’s always changing around there. It’s like they can’t make up their minds about what’s really supposed to happen to us, like, ever.”
Managing to get the safety seal off even with gloves on, she finally unscrews the cap of the bottle and takes a long drink. “They actually take you guys to jail back at your place? God, I forgot what a working legal system was like.” She gives a short, bitter laugh. “But c’mon, you’d escape real easy wouldn’t ya? I doubt you’ve served a full sentence.” She couldn’t imagine her friend, her new best friend, staying long in any one place. Especially jail.
“Right! Best friends. Of course it ain’t, especially when you’re facing such a shit show. Oh, I def will. You call me too, ‘kay?” She’d have to personalize Harley’s contact entry in her phone later on. Probably with an appropriate emoji.
warpedglass:
“Kind of fucking awful indeed. No, I don’t blame you, it’s merely just…” Eurgh. She really wasn’t fond of being thrust into anything that wasn’t by her own admittance, she’d spent a long time getting over that. But a hostile scenario? Awful. She was no stranger to harm but that too had always been on her own terms. “I’m sure you will keep this to yourself, and I will admit I’m loathe to say but it’s probably for the best in case anything does happen.” Weakness, she hated confessing that too.
“I know how to take care of myself, and they don’t call me the queen of ghosts for nothing. But this?” She gestured at, well everything. “I don’t really do much fighting. Not directly anyway.” Even saying that made her feel pitiful and her brow furrowed at her own words. “I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea if things take a sour turn. If I wasn’t so inhibited then we’d have nothing to worry about, I could take us anywhere, anytime.”
She let out something of a sigh and her regular smile returned, that was enough self-absorbed misery for now. “I feel much better knowing you’re here, anyway.”
Hearing things. That had been the problem really. She felt like she was always hearing something. But she never caught sight of what. Mostly in the distance, but other times it was uncomfortable close. The copious sand was making her extra irritable too, which helped matters none.
Ammutseba stood to attention as she heard something heavy start sliding out of few, the tendrils whirling around with her and raising up like angry scorpion tails. The sound was followed by a shattering, then the sound of pouring sand. “Did you hear that? It-” She stopped mid word as she saw one of those detestable flickering creatures. Wolf sized and almost wolf shaped. “Right there.”
About to ask if she was messing with her, she thinks again when distress shows on Ammutseba’s face. “W... Why not? Why don’t you fight that much?” She seemed so powerful to Becky herself, even with the confidence to match. Mulling it over for a few seconds, she seems to come to a conclusion.
“I mean, you don’t gotta worry about me. Shit like this is nothing compared to back home.” Even the red and black sludge she keeps seeing is reminiscent of the blood and pollution that was so common. “I’m not full power either, but I got enough that I can beat the shit out of anything that gets near us.” It was tempting to think of a “what if?” scenario, but she pushes it out of her mind as soon as it comes up.
“I appreciate it, honestly. As much as I love being around you, I’d rather be with ya at home or the beach.” Or the spa, or in bed, or—
The sudden change in her demeanor is enough to make her take notice immediately. While usually she’d comment on how cute she looks flustered, she tries to locate the threat. She can hear something shifting, but nothing looks displaced. “Where? Point it out.”
chanteuser:
Goddess, it’s getting cold. It takes her a while to bring herself off of the couch, but she does nonetheless, heading back to her room to drag a blanket into the living room. By the time she gets back, there’s a few string of unread messages, each with a small red dot. Dorothea settles in for a second, wrapping the blanket around her toes, before picking the device back up.
Was it naive of her to believe that dating would be the same here as it was back in Fodlan? A little.. But men were always simple, anyway.
[TEXT]: i’ll make sure to keep my options open, then! [TEXT]: fuckboys? i’m not entirely sure what that means. [TEXT]: i guess… i’m mainly curious about what dating here looks like.. if it’s the same as back home, it shouldn’t be too hard! [TEXT]: i’m glad i seem confident, though! it wouldn’t be my first time at this whole “dating” thing. though.. we don’t have social media back home, unfortunately.. is that what this is? “social media?”
Quite the opposite, Becky feels far too hot. It isn’t a wonder, with all the lights and bodies and frenzied activity in the club around her. She picks up a champagne bottle from a nearby metal ice bucket and holds it between her thighs. It’s not hers, but it might as well be now. Hopefully it would melt soon enough.
By the time she’s done, Dorothea has replied to her. Oh, so she was that old fashioned. Or she was just really having a fun time yanking her chain so thoroughly. Still, she can’t help but indulge her.
txt: good!! it’d be such a waste to hook up with the first person who shows interest, yknow?? txt: fuckboys are like... weak minded men who wish they were playboys but only like to fuck around and play with people’s feelings, especially women. txt: generally, i think it’s the same. unless back home you have like, chaperoned dates and dowries and shit. txt: you need all the confidence you can get dealing with people. especially the ones around here!! txt: omg you’re not fucking with me right?? txt: social media’s like, virtual places on phones and computers where you can meet and interact with people, or just post videos and pictures and watch them. the places are called sites or apps.
just what were these things? these static creatures just… running amok. many of them resembled the animals from his own world. domesticated ones– cats and dogs filled with television fuzz, snarling and clawing their way through the dirt. even legosi knew he couldn’t take on a whole pack. if the time called to use his brutal strength, he had no problem using his energy for protection.
he just hoped he had enough to use for anyone but himself.
“ oh no you DON’T! ” the voice is disembodied, coming from seemingly nowhere. suddenly there’s a sharp crunch, the young man digging his heel atop the pouncing monster’s skull. looks as though he descended from one of the nearby buildings. how… dramatic.
“ i got him, i got him–! ”
@sweetfatale
It’s all so familiar, even if she can’t see it. The sounds of snarling and growling. Snapping teeth and labored breathing. Even with death within inches and her bat raised for an attack, she does nothing yet until she feels the air shift as if the beast has taken a deep breath before lunging. By then, someone else has taken the first shot.
A familiar wolf boy is on top of the static creature. Unsure from where actually, given she didn’t see or hear him running around before just now. Though, she’s sure it’s just a fault of being so absorbed in her own thoughts on the creatures. Not one to be left out, she raises her barbed wire wrapped bat and lets loose a barrage of hits. Each hit snags against the creature’s fur and skin, creating new wounds. Or at least, she hopes it does, from all the noises it’s making. Very familiar noises of agony!
“Are you absolutely sure?” From her angle, he looks as if he’s about to fall off at any moment. It’s something, seeing him on top of a giant, invisible monster.
godsoft:
“Ugh.”
Of course he didn’t get it all.
He keeps at cleaning up the blood for a moment, considering her question … How to put this … ? Demyan’s gaze floats up to meet her own.
“Demyan.” he says, finally, although the last time anyone really called him that seems like it was ages ago — Stolas calls him pet or prize, “And yeah, usually at random. Not even my master could stop it.”
The last part is punctuated with a lopsided sort of grin — plainly sardonic, “I’m sure you’ve met other guys with a lot more tact than this.”
“Gimme. I’ll do it.” She holds out her hand for the cloth. “If you’re gonna look like less of a mess, we can at least save your skin.”
“Your master?” Of course her mind immediately goes to where it shouldn’t, which is the kind of master only she’s been called before. “Maybe you should get that checked out, for the sake of your clothes. It’s gonna be such a bitch to get blood out of everything if it happens for-fucking-ever.”
Her eyes roll in mild annoyance, but she finds herself smiling anyway. “Oh, for sure. A lot more blood than you, too. Kinda nice to not get sprayed with it when someone gets a nosebleed for once.”
baddestdangerboy:
“He’s famous? One of those? Rough, man.”
He can only imagine the ego there, the control. Welp, at least he didn’t have to worry about that.
“Mmm, they died when I was little or something. It was me and my big brother.”
“Yeah, he’s such a bastard about it. At least he’s not here.”
She could only imagine his reaction to well... everything. It probably wasn’t worth having him there just for that side to rear up.
“Oh, well that’s not too bad. Were you guys cool before you got stuck here?”
* ROMANCE HEADCANONS.
NAME: Charlotte Rebecca Birkin NICKNAME: Bad Dog, Bad Girl, BG, Becky, Cherry GENDER: cis(?) girl | she/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic/bisexual
PREFERRED PET NAMES: Anything her partner puts effort to and personalizes for her, but she finds herself a sucker for more old fashioned pet names like angel face, sweetheart, and princess.
*MUSE SURVEY: BATTLE EDITION
repost, do not reblog! bold what consistently applies. italicize situational, not always.
DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING …
fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoke easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly or apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages ( ex; use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. ) / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly.
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Tagging: (death drops)
@sweetfatale || EVENT STARTERS 1/3
So what does one do in an unruly situation like this? Just survive? Sounded awfully boring when put into thought like that. He can hardly keep himself from giving up from sheer boredom alone and finding some nearby park bench to relax and paint his nails on.
At best, the only way to entertain himself was find people to pester - men to play innocent and frail around - try to get coddled and carried until this whole episode flew by. But from what he could see, hardly anyone took to openly wandering in the streets. For smart reasons, really. He’s already known what these things are capable of given the stringing wound in his leg, however, that was highly unlikely to stop him at this point.
Seconds into caving to his latter plan, he finally spies a fellow blonde going about her business in the distance, and within seconds he’s racing towards her (ignoring every ounce of agony shooting up his leg), prepped for a grand entrance filled with confetti and sparkles. Now all he needs is something to stand on while he announces himself… Maybe that fallen statue will do?
“ HAVE NO FEAR, COMMONER! ”
Only a split second of a warning before arms raise and confetti is thrown about everywhere. Good job!
“ YOUR BEAUTIFULLER BLONDE KING HAS ARRIVED! ” That’s not even a word.
Despite the assistance she had found earlier on, she finds herself alone yet again. Alone, she didn’t need to be as cautious. No caring for other people, no looking out for others unless she happened to run into them by accident. As twisted as it was, she was treating her own personal apocalypse as alone time in those few moments. Alone time that happened to involve beating the absolute tar out of any creature unfortunate enough to attack her, whether she could see it or not.
At his shouting, her hackles immediately raise. She nearly looses her grip on the creature currently invisible to her, but reigns it in with the wire she had managed to loop around it somehow. Growling, she knees it with enough force that she feels it bounce at the impact.
Not in immediate danger of getting a limb bitten, burnt, or whatever this creature has to maim her with, she finally turns her attention to him. Confetti? Wait, that wasn’t important here. What was—
“Who the hell are you calling a commoner?” Everything else she could ignore, she was confident enough for it, but not that. At a time like this, you’d think that’d be less important than dying. And yet... “I’m wearing a fucking crown too, asshole.”
She tips her head, her hands full with her bat and the creature. “Besides, I’m kind of busy here.”
@sweetfatale // SIGNAL starter call.
it is during a reprieve from from his own hallucinations of the city in ruins that he sees a young woman in a rather strange outfit sprinting full-tilt down a side street toward him, no doubt fleeing from one of her envisioned monsters. corvo gives her path a wide berth, and even prepares to offer his assistance, but —
it appears that she was ahead of her attacker by a good margin. as soon as she reaches where the alley opens up, she spins on her heel, directing her momentum into a strike from her bat.
though corvo can’t see the monster, he can tell that it feels the impact. if it’s still alive, getting up would surely be a mistake.
❝ i was going to ask if you needed my help, but it looks like you have things under control. are you alright? ❞
“Yeah! I’m just fuckin’ hunky dory.” She’s breathing hard, but she seems confident in her hit. “Bastards are all over the place.”
An understatement, honestly. After hours of tussling with monsters, her body is showing it, specifically in the form of minor wounds and bruises. She looks over to her fallen monster and gives it a cautious poke with her bat. Satisfied it isn’t moving just yet, she grins.
“It’s not getting up anytime soon. We better get the fuck out of here, though. You see any of yours around?” As if they really needed to run into a few more. She’s sure he could help her out just fine, but it was getting real old real fast running into these things so often.
@sweetfatale
Somehow, this was even less charming than the last time the entire environment had changed. For one so used to just being able to go wherever she pleased whenever she pleased it, being stuck in… This mess, was beyond aggravating. At least that fantasy debacle was charming at first, with the city in this sorry state then she couldn’t even find somewhere to relax or unwind.
Not to mention those things that wandered about.
Without knowing how long this was going to last she was hesitant to jump away the instant anything did arise. Not to mention in this ruined setting she was unaware of how many different appropriate surfaces where still intact. She had a flooded street and… That was about it. Also it was hot and far too sandy for her tastes.
“Rebecca, I’m glad to see you’re prepared darling, but you’re gripping that bat so tightly it’s almost making me anxious.”
Of course, another reason she didn’t want to just bamf away at the first opportunity was because her friend here had no such ability. She was also admittedly a lot safer beside her right now, but if asked that was just a bonus.
“Don’t tell me you’ve heard something. Well, actually do if you have. Maybe we should get moving regardless.”
It was comforting to have someone beside her during this whole thing. Her first “real” taste of the strangeness the city was known for. None of that relatively calming and peaceful dream nonsense she went through earlier on. This was a kicking, screaming, piss your pants and cry apocalypse. Though, it seemed different somehow. No one was making sense. Not in the way they should. Climbing walls using only their fingers or some kind of invisible ropes. Walking through solid walls as if they weren’t there, or simply walking around easy to navigate wreckage as if something was blocking their path.
At Ammutseba’s words, she loosens her grip on her bat. Just enough that her hands don’t hurt anymore. “Can you blame me? It’s kinda fucking awful around here.” She would admit it was nice to have someone to be relatively calm about this whole thing. It was grounding and let her know that while other people were experiencing it alongside her, they weren’t all collectively having some sort of mental breakdown. Or at least if she was, she was having it while being beside someone she actually liked.
“I don’t think I’ve actually heard or seen anything yet. Not around here.” She knocks on the wood of her bat, in case she jinxes them by accident.
suboceansong:
A shell breaking the water’s surface from above wasn’t particularly unusual, there was plenty of seabirds that dropped things either by accident or when they were done. But a rock? Well, they weren’t smart birds after all. Another rock. And another. Hmm. She wasn’t exactly far out, but it would be an impressive distance to throw. Well, she wasn’t doing anything else right now.
But she had learned a certain lesson. She moved several metres to the side of where most seemed to be falling- certainly what she thought would be far enough away going off the others she’d seen- and the top of her head rose out of the water.
Just in time for something hard to crash right into the horn rising from her forehead. It wasn’t the most painful experience, but the jarring sensation into her skull was far from pleasant. A number of her tentacles lashed out of the water on reflex as she made a less than dignified noise and sank below the water with both hands on the horn.
A moment later her top half rose out of the water much closer to the shore, a hand still on her head and all her eyes closed except one that cast an accusatory glare.
Her hand shielding her eyes from the sun, she looks out into the surf. The most recent rock she had sent out had certainly hit something. God, what if it was a whale? It was pretty big, whatever she saw briefly. She cups her hands around her eyes as makeshift binoculars to see more clearly just as tentacles shoot out of the water.
“What the fuck!” Startled is what she would describe herself as. Scared? No way. Not scared by some strange creature she very likely either annoyed or pissed off. Cautious? Maybe. She backs up a good foot, though she’s the tentacles can reach much farther than that. Her suspicions are confirmed when its owner rises from the water.
“Shit.” From how she’s staring, no glaring, at her she can only deduce she landed a hit on her. A dumb comeback would be to get out of her way, but she’s basically on her doorstep isn’t she? It’s almost like throwing rocks at someone’s house. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouts. “My bad! Totally didn’t see you there!” Which isn’t really a lie, right?
@sweetfatale
The water has receded for now, but that doesn’t mean he’s out of danger. With his suit tenatively dry and his hair now constantly trying to fall into his face, the once-spook is reduced to prowling cautiously around the waterlogged wreck of a city. He’s lost one knife already to a squirming octopus-like creature and he doesn’t have unlimited knives.
Yomiel briefly has the idle thought of just jamming some knives into himself so he’ll always have one on hand. Should’ve done that while he was still dead… but right now he’s alive and thus that’d be a pretty fucking stupid thing to do.
It’d be nice to find another flashlight, he reasons as he creeps into another building. The sound of water dripping makes him uneasy. Strikes a memory that doesn’t exist. He almost doesn’t see someone passing outside, until he does, and Yomiel crouches behind what used to be the counter to a bakery. He peers just over, reaching for his back-up pocket knife just in case…
The counter may not even exist in other versions of Spirale, and if that’s the case, he might look a bit foolish like this.
On her own again, it didn’t seem as bad being in the city. Relatively, anyway. Less people meant less attention to attract from those... things. She still wasn’t sure what was chasing her exactly. One minute it was giant sheep, the next it was mountain lions, and even worse were the dogs. The betrayal she would feel, if they weren’t just over-sized jaws attached to bodies. And, you know, made of static.
Still, the static had some bite to it. She’s lucky she got away with a bite wound instead of a chunk taken out of her. If she could find a place to rest for two minutes to look it over, she could be back out there in no time. Of course there’s no hospitals or clinics nearby. Just smoldering craters and shells of buildings, some leaking the bile she had come familiar with. What she can make out as a bakery from the remaining signage makes her pause. While they don’t specialize in medical supplies, they could have a first aid kit for kitchen accidents, or even just alcohol for cooking.
A wave of pain radiates from her wound, making her grit her teeth and come to a stop outside the bakery. If she stayed outside, she was a sitting duck. If she went in, she could be walking into some kind of ambush by those monsters. In a smaller space she would be able to hide at least. Or at least use something to beat them to death with, besides her bat.
Stifling a sigh, she knocks her bat against the door frame four times before entering. Everything seems to be her version of the city’s normal, covered in a film of soot, sticky red or black bile, or just destroyed. She catches sight of a shock of blonde hair and sunglasses, vaguely familiar, half visible from behind what could be a mostly destroyed counter. Raising a brow, she goes straight to searching for first aid.
“I can see you, y'know.” She throws the comment over her shoulder as she approaches the bakery cabinets.
