seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Jordan
seen from Kenya
seen from United States
seen from Vietnam
seen from Brazil
seen from Malaysia
seen from T1
seen from Argentina
seen from South Korea
' teru pa! pa! ' there is a creature that is pushing it's head against a very tired, very asleep silva. when it can't wake up silva, it decides to take another route. which is find someone else!!! which happens to be nata.
" teruru! "
@wylkstone // woe. turtle upon thee.
@quartarcade asked:
And here comes Chiikawa, a small bag of collected strawberries in hand, gently singing a little tune as they walk by "Rurua... upa... upaura...!" - time for Taro to take a break c'mere :grab:
what a strange creature. they were pretty sure it was biological, not a machine, the insides would indicate that. but they really weren't sure...if it was a bear or some kind of mouse or...taro blinked, following carefully--quietly--behind them.
" hello...? "
a quiet murmur, they weren't even sure how loud they should be, if the volume might spook the thing or something! taro's brow pursed a bit and they reached a gloved hand out, but didn't move to grab or anything. they couldn't identify any words, either, any sound coming out of the thing immediately being recorded by their systems. working on a translation for as soon as possible.
" what...are you? "
IT'S NOT THE ACTION, IT'S THE PRINCIPLE. who the fuck opens a fridge and randomly eats food anyway? "oh i'm sorry, next time i'll put a neon sign on it," her sandwich, she made it with so much love and hope to find a minute throughout the day to actually eat it too. "you shot me not once, twice! now this," unbelievable truly, she doesn't even deserve this disrespect. "if you hate me just say it."
@snapse , x , natasha is on a quest for revenge
@quantumlogician asked:
Shockwave stares down —squints even— at this small robotic proto-form. He extends a servo down for them to step up on.
frick. shoot!! there was apart of them--probably the reasonable threat analysis going haywire--that said this was a bad idea and that they should really process a little more...but then the want to learn and figure out what's going on in front of them was vastly overshadowing the possibility of a bad outcome.
an empty smile as they squinted back up at the much larger machine--that's what he was, right?--before stepping up over the servo.
" hello...? "
@ashortdropandasuddenstop
“i kill a vampire, and suddenly i’m the MONSTER,” he drawls, gloved hands brushing over the metal of his crossbow. he’s the BAD GUY in the eyes of humanity, the very group he’d sworn to protect.
@pathowing : ❝ it’s safe here. ❞
‘ i’ll be the judge of that, ’ he says, blunt and suspicious, ill-intent writ upon his features as he surveys the church pews and the arched ceilings and the painted windows. the last and only time he was in a church, he’d slaughtered every member, kidnapped the priest and tortured the man for seven days and seven nights, before the man’s heart gave out and his hoarse and dying screams cut themselves off abruptly.
five had spent the weeks following the massacre, and some days still, with hatred and anger beating against his ribcage like a wild animal mad with the need to be free. he’d wished fervently that he had more time, that the punishment he’d rained down upon the lying priest and his mad cult of worshipers was proportionate with the crimes they’ve committed. even as he knew within himself that no punishment would’ve been enough, that he’d have doled out suffering upon these monsters for years and years and still not been satisfied.
in all fairness, statistically speaking, not all churches held metahuman girls in bunkers, branded them the antichrist, and tortured them for years before trying to kill them. so, statistically speaking, it could be said, with complete truth, that this place was safe.
statistically.
his eyes flicker back towards the speaker, intent gaze taking in the shape of her wings, then moving up and settling squarely upon her face. directly, he asks, ‘ do you feel safe here? is this place safe for people like you? ’ he nods towards her wings, and steps forward, ‘ is this God of theirs so accepting of the strange and the unnatural? ’
@mystiokinesis / starter call !
Falling through strange portals was nothing new for Hay Lin, but the locations that she ended up in? They were always mysteries to her. This time, it had appeared that she had ended up in the woods somewhere that looked like a summer camp. A girl about her age had seen her come out of it, landing flat on her face. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but Hay Lin seemed to be distracted by the mere sight of the place she was in. “What is this place? Is this — summer camp??” Whoa. She had always wanted to go. Here she thought that it was a little too late for her.
It is strange how the two of them are surrounded by thousands, and yet Steve feels like they’re the only ones standing there. The world around him is soundless, not even an echo of a voice, until Bucky’s slips into the silence. Blue irises shift, tongue darting out against chapped lips before he even thinks of an answer.
The coffee in his gloved hand has lost it’s warmth leaving Steve to down the rest of the contents. He doesn’t even shudder, the cold liquid reminding him of a time long before this. A time surrounded by mud and cold and death.
Finally, the former war hero shrugs as he tosses the paper cup in the trash, “For a while, it was you. After waking up here I added Peggy to the equation. Now she’s gone for good, and yet I can’t seem to let her go at all.”
@markofwinter cont from ✪
