#inthxwxxds

[glorycndgore-blog]

   IT WASN’T something they were open about, the exact effects of their curse. They never made themselves apparent, of course, avoiding the language and habits which prompted its effects was second nature after living with it all of their life. Sometime they slipped and ended up choking on flower petals instead of a deserving insult, but Grace had yet to bare witness to that exact unpleasantry. And perhaps forcing themself to talk about it was MORE PAINFUL than the curse itself.

    “IT ISN’T quite like that,” Achille began quietly, eyes trained on their hands, folded neatly in their lap. “When, for example, YOU say you can’t talk about something it isn’t LITERAL. You’ve made a promise or the subject is too painful... For me it IS. My father... `e cursed me, really. I can SPEAK NO EVIL. Not a lie. Not an insult. Not a word that could reflect poorly upon the nature of its subject... THE THINGS I `AVE LIVED AND THE PEOPLE WHO `AVE DONE THEM WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.”

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[historyforgot]

@inthxwxxds   /   ?

     ❝   YOU  KNOW  I’ M  PLAYIN’  LIKE  NO  MORE  MISTER  NICE  GUY!   ❞

[czld-and-wrxthful]

@inthxwxxds​ liked the Starter Call!

Saoirse hadn’t really seen people like that before. Well, there were the pro heroes Wild, Wild Pussycats, but those ears and tails weren’t real. Costumes made for them when they became pro heroes. So the sixteen year old siren quirked hero was surprised to see this cat girl. She was cute, and somehow, the two ended up talking, on and on and on the conversation went.

Then Saoirse mentioned she was training to be a hero. Learned to fight, learned to defend, worked out if not for everyone else that would be under her protection, but her own. Then this cat girl was asking Saoirse to teach her to fight, looked like she genuinely meant the request, wildly interested in learning, and who was she to say no to that?

So Saoirse led her away from the city, the buildings, the people, found them a secluded spot to teach her. Exhale sharply, breathe when defending, don’t run. Drive with your elbow, don’t close your eyes, tiny tips that would help a lot. And when Sienna threw a good punch finally, Saoirse cheered and grinned at her new friend, obvious approval. “Good! Do it again!” So she didn’t know what kind of quirk Sienna had, if she even had one, but Saoirse had no problem teaching someone how to fight.

[foundhxmanity]

     [ @inthxwxxds reblogged for a starter from achille ]

   The antlers were a pain, really. They were sort of pretty, yes, but they were heavy and awkward and got caught on things all the freaking time. This year in particular they’d grown in more out than up which made door frames more of a challenge than they were already. So, here he was. Stuck in the entryway to his own home. How very dignified.

   “Hello?” Achille called at the sound of someone nearby, a slight quiver of fear tainting his words. “May I have some help? I’m, uh... I’m a little stuck.”

[czld-and-wrxthful]

@inthxwxxds​ liked the Starter Call! Result: Javier

“Grew up in a small town and when the rain would fall down, I’d just stare out my window... Dreaming of what could be and if I’d end up happy. I would pray... Trying hard to reach out, but when I tried to speak out, felt like no one could hear me... Wanted to belong here but something felt so wrong here, so I prayed I could break away...”